[He could feel their eyes on him. It itched a little, but not in the way that Bruce's eyes burned. There was no judgement from them. No disappointment or heavy sighs. There were no cold calculations behind dark green eyes like from Talia. No accusations of weakness.
It itched, but for the first time in days, it felt like maybe he could breath again.
He didn't open his eyes when they asked him his preference, but he did let out a small huff of air like someone had sat on his gut. His instinct was to ask for the Earl Grey, for the familiar flavors that always reminded him of early weekend mornings with Alfred in the kitchen, a radio show on in the background as he watched the old butler whisk eggs with practiced ease.]
Green, please.
[Bitter and nothing at all like the black tea he'd known. He didn't deserve the Earl Grey. Alfred deserved better than someone like him as a grandson.]
Safe Harbor
[He could feel their eyes on him. It itched a little, but not in the way that Bruce's eyes burned. There was no judgement from them. No disappointment or heavy sighs. There were no cold calculations behind dark green eyes like from Talia. No accusations of weakness.
It itched, but for the first time in days, it felt like maybe he could breath again.
He didn't open his eyes when they asked him his preference, but he did let out a small huff of air like someone had sat on his gut. His instinct was to ask for the Earl Grey, for the familiar flavors that always reminded him of early weekend mornings with Alfred in the kitchen, a radio show on in the background as he watched the old butler whisk eggs with practiced ease.]
Green, please.
[Bitter and nothing at all like the black tea he'd known. He didn't deserve the Earl Grey. Alfred deserved better than someone like him as a grandson.]