[ bruce had screamed. stop saying her name. and then it was like . . . clarity descended. a heartbreak that brought him back. bruce realized he saw a human. a man.
he purses his lips for a moment. ]
Things got hectic for a bit, but he saved my mother. And I died. There was a lot we couldn't resolve.
But it was my fear holding me back. Making the mistakes I made before. I'm sorry about the way I acted.
And . . . if your offer is still open, I'd like to try again.
( he takes a moment to digest that β to try and see past the insult he had felt when clark had brushed him off at the offer he'd made; an offer he typically doesn't make to just anyone. looking past it, he briefly has to wonder though... )
( dryly said, he turns then, hands still in his pockets. )
If you lose your strength or your speed or even your ability to fly, that makes you an easy target for those more skilled in hand to hand combat, among other things. I won't teach you how to kill... but to be able to at least handle yourself enough to maybe make it out alive.
( this is a good enough spot to leave it for now, but something clark had said earlier is still ratting around there in his head and he can't not ask, so. gently. he turns to look over to him. quiet. )
[ ah. it's a fair question so clark gives it proper attention. ]
Luthor had a backup plan. A creature named Doomsday. It was created with Kryptonian DNA.
I was the only one who could get close . . . and use the spear Batman fashioned. I speared it and he stabbed me through the chest. The kryptonite killed us both.
( prior to clark telling him of kryptonite, he'd heard about it from damian β hasn't personally seen it himself, even back within his own gotham, but. he'd been told it was extremely toxic to the point of deadly to a kryptonian... and it seems it cost clark β this clark β his life.
quiet for a moment, mulling over what he'd said, he looks to clark then. gaze apologetic almost. )
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[ bruce had screamed. stop saying her name. and then it was like . . . clarity descended. a heartbreak that brought him back. bruce realized he saw a human. a man.
he purses his lips for a moment. ]
Things got hectic for a bit, but he saved my mother. And I died. There was a lot we couldn't resolve.
But it was my fear holding me back. Making the mistakes I made before. I'm sorry about the way I acted.
And . . . if your offer is still open, I'd like to try again.
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Damian didn't threaten you, did he?
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No? Why would he?
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( to put it mildly. but, moving on. )
For what it's worth, I'm sorry that was your experience with... him.
( the other bruce, he means. )
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It was very unpleasant. But I was making the mistake we both made back then. We both let fear dictate our choices.
I don't want to do that anymore. And . . . I believe he won't either.
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( leave it to bruce to just cut right to the chase. )
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( dryly said, he turns then, hands still in his pockets. )
If you lose your strength or your speed or even your ability to fly, that makes you an easy target for those more skilled in hand to hand combat, among other things. I won't teach you how to kill... but to be able to at least handle yourself enough to maybe make it out alive.
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[ he seems bemused by that. ]
And that's fine. I have no interest in learning how to kill anyone.
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( regardless of what that other version of him was willing to do with clark. )
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( aside from their mothers having the same name, he means. )
When do you want to do this?
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You can choose the time.
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( at least this will give him something to do. aside from brood. )
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How did you... die?
( it wasn't a result of him, was it? )
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Luthor had a backup plan. A creature named Doomsday. It was created with Kryptonian DNA.
I was the only one who could get close . . . and use the spear Batman fashioned. I speared it and he stabbed me through the chest. The kryptonite killed us both.
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quiet for a moment, mulling over what he'd said, he looks to clark then. gaze apologetic almost. )
I'm sorry.
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I would do it again. It was my world. Whether I belonged there or not.
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For the record, I don't have any reason to want to kill you.
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I didn't think you had one.
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( what with clark's hesitation with him and all, regardless of knowing the reasons now. )
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I know it. It's just . . . a lot to contend with.
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( that is to say, he appreciates being told what clark came to see him about. )
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He does tend to seem that way. I think that was our problem, before. We would create these versions of each other without really . . . talking.
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