Perhaps. [It doesn't get a rise out of him. Not the implication, not the threat, not the question. Vanitas wiggles the bottle again and Bruce takes the signal for what it is- he isn't getting that back anytime soon.
A different approach then.
Bruce's head lifts, up towards the glasses dangling overhead. Not what he's looking for. He leans back and then crouches, looking beneath the bar instead; that's where he finds them. From the railing above them, a ghostly hand grabs at one of the cocktail glasses and throws it- sending it singing through the air until it crashes against a wall. Bruce stands back up in just in time to see the pieces splinter. To his credit it does make him pause for a moment.
It doesn't last. He sets two shot glasses on the wood ahead of him and brings his bottle closer, unscrews the cap.]
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A different approach then.
Bruce's head lifts, up towards the glasses dangling overhead. Not what he's looking for. He leans back and then crouches, looking beneath the bar instead; that's where he finds them. From the railing above them, a ghostly hand grabs at one of the cocktail glasses and throws it- sending it singing through the air until it crashes against a wall. Bruce stands back up in just in time to see the pieces splinter. To his credit it does make him pause for a moment.
It doesn't last. He sets two shot glasses on the wood ahead of him and brings his bottle closer, unscrews the cap.]
Can you get the one over there? It says 'cacao.'