[He doesn't exactly feel relief at Clark's announcement, but...
Bruce won't say he isn't glad to see him.
Then again, there's no guaranteeing that it's actually him. There are enough forces at work here that he wouldn't be terribly surprised by a doppelgänger or some alternate universe in which Clark was never Superman-- or even one of the kedan posing as him, for purposes presently unknown.
He considers each potential possibility, fingers steepled in front of him as he sits at a café console. He's himself today. Just Bruce Wayne, no Devin Craig and certainly no Batman. But he could still lose ground if he were to reveal himself on the network, if he's right about Jason--
So instead of replying (he sees you there, Stephanie) he gets up, tosses his sportsjacket over one shoulder and heads for the door. No. Some things warrant meeting face to face. There were hints enough in the background of Clark's video to note that he's in the Water Sector. The sun was coming in on the west, which means he's not in a suite that faces the sunrise. It's enough. He'll find him.
His only point of irritation at the moment is that he has no way of knowing whether or not it's legitimately Clark, and the fact that he has no kryponite on hand. Tim has some, but between the two of them and in regards to Superboy, Tim was the one likelier to need it.
He puts it out of his mind, ducks into an alley to change into what passes as his uniform here - a simple domino mask and a black silk uniform that harkens back to his days training under Shiva - and takes to the roof. If it's Clark, he'll hear his heartbeat on the approach, and not be particularly surprised when Bruce drops into his suite.
Which, for the record, he's totally doing a few minutes later. As soundless as he is, you can't fool a Kryptonian's hearing.]
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Bruce won't say he isn't glad to see him.
Then again, there's no guaranteeing that it's actually him. There are enough forces at work here that he wouldn't be terribly surprised by a doppelgänger or some alternate universe in which Clark was never Superman-- or even one of the kedan posing as him, for purposes presently unknown.
He considers each potential possibility, fingers steepled in front of him as he sits at a café console. He's himself today. Just Bruce Wayne, no Devin Craig and certainly no Batman. But he could still lose ground if he were to reveal himself on the network, if he's right about Jason--
So instead of replying (he sees you there, Stephanie) he gets up, tosses his sportsjacket over one shoulder and heads for the door. No. Some things warrant meeting face to face. There were hints enough in the background of Clark's video to note that he's in the Water Sector. The sun was coming in on the west, which means he's not in a suite that faces the sunrise. It's enough. He'll find him.
His only point of irritation at the moment is that he has no way of knowing whether or not it's legitimately Clark, and the fact that he has no kryponite on hand. Tim has some, but between the two of them and in regards to Superboy, Tim was the one likelier to need it.
He puts it out of his mind, ducks into an alley to change into what passes as his uniform here - a simple domino mask and a black silk uniform that harkens back to his days training under Shiva - and takes to the roof. If it's Clark, he'll hear his heartbeat on the approach, and not be particularly surprised when Bruce drops into his suite.
Which, for the record, he's totally doing a few minutes later. As soundless as he is, you can't fool a Kryptonian's hearing.]