Little Thing [Private]
It was just a little thing, a little diffrence, but it made the hands buckling his utility belt pause and shake.
He had never donned the Batsuit without Alfred to help, or watch, or to help plan his run.
Except for the first time. The time without his cowl, without a definate plan, with a huge bruise acrossed his chest to show for it.
Bruce swallowed and buckled his belt.
Just a little thing.
Bruce reached for the cowl, and for the night was able to brush the little things away.
He was something more.
He had never donned the Batsuit without Alfred to help, or watch, or to help plan his run.
Except for the first time. The time without his cowl, without a definate plan, with a huge bruise acrossed his chest to show for it.
Bruce swallowed and buckled his belt.
Just a little thing.
Bruce reached for the cowl, and for the night was able to brush the little things away.
He was something more.