The Cave, Tuesday night [NFB]
In his past at Fandom, this would be about the time when Bruce would start talking to other people, trading notes, or at least punching each other until they started to feel better. Not this time. This time was more personal for Bruce. He couldn't contact home. He couldn't travel there. He had no reason to believe it still existed.
And if his home no longer even existed, not only could he not uphold his promise to his parents, but his parents no longer existed in any way.
And so he was spending all day hidden in a cave, perfecting his methods of blowing things up and punching people until they wished he'd just blown them up. He didn't know when this would come in useful, but it would. And until then, at least it focused his anger and kept him away from people.
And if his home no longer even existed, not only could he not uphold his promise to his parents, but his parents no longer existed in any way.
And so he was spending all day hidden in a cave, perfecting his methods of blowing things up and punching people until they wished he'd just blown them up. He didn't know when this would come in useful, but it would. And until then, at least it focused his anger and kept him away from people.