Bt had folded his arms over his chest, watching, lost in his own thoughts about the days coming, glad to have been help to one more along his journey. He'd come to the conclusion years ago that not many had the available technology he did, and any way to help, Gotham or otherwise, was worth it.
But something about Bruce seemed a bit unsettled, even now that he was obviously back home.
"Fate is what you make of it," he explained. "Do you believe there is something else for you in all this? More than meets the eye?"
Perhaps he turned this around on Bruce, but that was really point; if there was something this man was feeling he was compelled to do, Bt would not sway it with his own judgement.
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:45 am (UTC)But something about Bruce seemed a bit unsettled, even now that he was obviously back home.
"Fate is what you make of it," he explained. "Do you believe there is something else for you in all this? More than meets the eye?"
Perhaps he turned this around on Bruce, but that was really point; if there was something this man was feeling he was compelled to do, Bt would not sway it with his own judgement.