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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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[andaway]

[He refrains from rolling his eyes, only barely.]

Okay, sorry. Imagine I used whatever code you want me to use, but I really need an answer right now, Mr Wayne. [Only the slightest hint of sarcasm there, sorry Bruce he's getting used to the hormones.]

[cowled]

[Grimly, then,]

I always do. You shouldn't have to ask.

[andaway]

[Clark's right eye twitches and he makes a face at the nonchalant way Bruce admits to having the only thing on Earth that can (usually) kill him. Yes, no big deal my best friend, my brother of course I have the means to kill you what kind of friend would I be if I didn't?

He automatically feels guilty about that and is glad he kept enough self restrain to not say anything at all- it would be rather hypocritical of him to complain right when he's asking him for his help. This is the kind of situation Bruce has Kryptonite for, not to just kill him. This is why he- well 'allows' isn't the word since Bruce would do whatever he wanted anyway. This is why he gives permission.

His mouth still tastes like ashes, though.]

Maybe you should give it to Dick, if we end up actually needing it. [Because he will be in no shape, Clark thinks.]

[cowled]

[Bruce usually has a very good gauge of Clark's mental state, and this is no exception. He can practically see the tiny Kryptonian hamsters turning in his brain, at war - as he ever is - about Bruce's casual and nonchalant admittance to having Kryptonite. It's something Bruce will and would never apologize for, because as he sees it, it's his duty. His job.

Darkseid had the right of it, and Bruce remembers his vision blacking out as the god shoved him against a wall until the concrete cracked. He's the one that does what's necessary.

Sometimes that means bluffing.

Sometimes that means endangering an entire planet.

And sometimes it means being the custodian of a weapon that can kill Superman. He snorts.]

Let me ask you something, Clark. Do you think my faculties are in any way diminished, being like this?

[Or do you honestly think he'd go after someone with a Kryptonian's powers, cane flailing. He barely likes going up against Clark at full strength with as many pieces of Kryptonite as he can carry.]

[andaway]

[He raises an eyebrow, wondering if that was some kind of trick question. Not that he thought every person should stay closed up at home when they reached a particular age (you try to tell Alan, Jay or even Ma Kent that)... but-]

I don't really need to have my usual 'strength' to know you aren't exactly ready to handle a fight, I'm pretty sure one of your legs is swollen, if not outright broken. And that's not mentioning- well, it'd be someone like me.