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[cowled]

Characters: Bruce Wayne and open
Date: During the mis-spell event!
Location: Lots of places in Keeliai.
Situation: Bruce Wayne is an octogenarian. This ends about as well as you can expect.
Warnings/Rating: Warning for talk of heart issues, so if this bothers or triggers you lmk and I'll avoid it in any threads we do.

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[cowled]

[Bruce gets out, leaning heavily on his cane. He doesn't look back towards Kyle, but he does. Stop.]

Kyle. Thank you.

[It's unclear what exactly he's being thankful for, because the gravity of his words encompasses more than a simple car ride. But he doesn't bother clarifying, nor does he wait for Kyle to acknowledge it. He simply heads for the door.]

[imaginate]

[With a hop, a skip, and a jump, he's in front of Bruce and gives him a quick hug, too much like a son would to a father who's just taught him to play baseball. He grins up at the old man, the smile pure and bright.]

You too. Take care!

[And without acknowledging anything about the undercurrents of those unspoken sentiments, he dashes off, yelling loudly at someone who's trying to clean his art off their house.]

[cowled]

[Bruce doesn't move, as Kyle hugs him. He doesn't speak. He knows that affection, and-- dismisses it out of hand. The Lantern is letting his age affect his mind.

But he stands there, on the street, for nearly a minute after Kyle's gone. And then he heads up the steps to his suite, every joint aching with the climb.]