Sadly, Bruce has never had the luxury of relying on crutches like that, whether alcohol or drugs. He'd never allow himself them even if he could, too rigidly determined to prop himself up on his own without help, but having the option removed entirely is nonetheless somewhat irritating.

His morals are just a hindrance sometimes, but he still can't get rid of them. He taps his fingers speculatively on the rough wooden table. "Alright. You'd be surprised what people will give you if you sound like you know what you're talking about." Bruce's ability to sound like he knows what he's talking about is never in question.

"We need answers to that," he decides finally. "I'll work on it. My next project."