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The Batcave was a rather intimidating place for someone that hadn't been properly introduced to it. Bruce stayed near the dimly lit area near the computer, too nervous to venture out into the formless shadows that echoed with the chirping of bats. They were so loud. The costumes along the wall were back lit, like twisted suits of armor that Bruce didn't understand. White eyes and a black form seemed to glower out from behind its glass. This place really was creepy, who would willingly spend time here? But things he couldn't identify were scattered about, so obviously someone did.
His knees were pulled to his chest, arms wrapped firmly about them as he buried his face. He wasn't going to cry, babies cried, but the thought was a tempting one. The bats fluttered loudly overhead. Aside from the obvious, Bruce knew something else was off. His legs were too long, his hands were too big, and he wasn't quite sure what he was dressed in. It looked like one of the creepy suits but less complete. Bruce didn't dwell on it, his head hurt enough as it was. Keeping his eyes firmly shut, face still hidden, he will that Flash person to come faster.
His knees were pulled to his chest, arms wrapped firmly about them as he buried his face. He wasn't going to cry, babies cried, but the thought was a tempting one. The bats fluttered loudly overhead. Aside from the obvious, Bruce knew something else was off. His legs were too long, his hands were too big, and he wasn't quite sure what he was dressed in. It looked like one of the creepy suits but less complete. Bruce didn't dwell on it, his head hurt enough as it was. Keeping his eyes firmly shut, face still hidden, he will that Flash person to come faster.
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