'I'd still be in bed if it weren't for this,' he says, through gritted teeth.
But he's here, and so is she, and that seems to be that.
And here...is Gotham. That bar again, the one where Falcone holds court, and thinks himself untouchable. Bruce stares around, noting the judges, the cops, the odd politician. All of them look at ease, and are drinking, and have girls around them. Boys, in one case.
'Great,' he says, mostly to himself. But he doesn't sound too pissed off. This isn't something personal. This is business, and Bruce Wayne knows all about that.
'I haven't seen this place in more than seven years,' he says to the ghost. Like it matters.
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But he's here, and so is she, and that seems to be that.
And here...is Gotham. That bar again, the one where Falcone holds court, and thinks himself untouchable. Bruce stares around, noting the judges, the cops, the odd politician. All of them look at ease, and are drinking, and have girls around them. Boys, in one case.
'Great,' he says, mostly to himself. But he doesn't sound too pissed off. This isn't something personal. This is business, and Bruce Wayne knows all about that.
'I haven't seen this place in more than seven years,' he says to the ghost. Like it matters.