[ Vanitas is too focused to give Jason his attention, searching Bruce's face for any sign of response. It's typical, he thinks. They always look so gentle and unbothered when they're asleep. Ventus had looked the same way, slumped in that tall chair, without a care in the world. It had taken such a drastic measure for Vanitas to nearly kill his friend to wake him up.
Something tells him that this won't have so simple a solution.
Bruce doesn't so much as twitch, despite the way Vanitas' grip tightens on his nape, keeping his head mostly still even though he shakes him like a doll. The chaos around them means that Vanitas can't exercise any other avenue of trying to rouse him. Instead, Jason is talking to him, a distraction, and Vanitas finally gives him his attention. He tips Bruce against his chest, so his chin hooks Vanitas' shoulder, and Vanitas sneers at Jason. ]
You can't hold them off forever! They'll rip you apart!
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Something tells him that this won't have so simple a solution.
Bruce doesn't so much as twitch, despite the way Vanitas' grip tightens on his nape, keeping his head mostly still even though he shakes him like a doll. The chaos around them means that Vanitas can't exercise any other avenue of trying to rouse him. Instead, Jason is talking to him, a distraction, and Vanitas finally gives him his attention. He tips Bruce against his chest, so his chin hooks Vanitas' shoulder, and Vanitas sneers at Jason. ]
You can't hold them off forever! They'll rip you apart!