[ Fundamentally, Bruce knows that this version of himself is young; he met the kid not too long ago and knew his face nearly as well as he knew his own. But it does not really dawn on him how young until he opens the door and finds Bruce standing there in the suit. There's a pang of. Something. Nostalgia? He lets his eyes linger on the symbol and then back up to the cowl before he steps back into the apartment so Bruce can enter. ]
Shut the door.
[ The apartment is nothing remarkable. But it is, for the most part, dark, except for a corner of the room lit by a single table lamp. ]
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Shut the door.
[ The apartment is nothing remarkable. But it is, for the most part, dark, except for a corner of the room lit by a single table lamp. ]