The Gym, Tuesday evening
Bruce was at the gym, beating the living hell out of a punching bag. Nine years ago on this date, Bruce's life changed. Two years ago on this date, Bruce left Gotham to start training for a war on crime and hadn't been back since. He couldn't return until he was just about ready. Every moment until then was to be spent preparing for that day.
He called Alfred to make sure flowers were put on their graves and in Crime Alley per tradition. It hurt to not be there once again, but that was how it had to be for nowAnd so Bruce felt the need to take that hurt out on an inanimate object. It wasn't really making him feel better, but at least it served as a distraction. For now, for tonight, that was enough.
[OOC: Open, if anyone wants to deal with a kid with issues on the worst day possible.]
He called Alfred to make sure flowers were put on their graves and in Crime Alley per tradition. It hurt to not be there once again, but that was how it had to be for nowAnd so Bruce felt the need to take that hurt out on an inanimate object. It wasn't really making him feel better, but at least it served as a distraction. For now, for tonight, that was enough.
[OOC: Open, if anyone wants to deal with a kid with issues on the worst day possible.]