( he's not, but. that's how this family is. always pretending they are. always pushing themselves until they physically can't anymore.
slowly, a leg stretches out in front of him and he's careful in the way he slips the shot back into its holster, bruce letting his head lean back against the wall of the cave he's been at now for those few hours jason's been out. his hair's a bit of a mess, the dark circles under his eyes even darker than they usually are with the greasepaint a smeared mess across his face, and still he keeps his eyes open. if even just barely. staring across into the darkness. quiet. )
It's nearly been twelve hours. ( he murmurs. ) I've been keeping track.
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( he's not, but. that's how this family is. always pretending they are. always pushing themselves until they physically can't anymore.
slowly, a leg stretches out in front of him and he's careful in the way he slips the shot back into its holster, bruce letting his head lean back against the wall of the cave he's been at now for those few hours jason's been out. his hair's a bit of a mess, the dark circles under his eyes even darker than they usually are with the greasepaint a smeared mess across his face, and still he keeps his eyes open. if even just barely. staring across into the darkness. quiet. )
It's nearly been twelve hours. ( he murmurs. ) I've been keeping track.