Bruce walked over to one of the work stations and picked up one of his little bat shaped throwing stars and whipped one into a wall. Yes, into the rock wall, because he was goddamned Batman.
"I was turned on," Bruce said, flatly, "and you were struggling. Inappropriate. On My end, not yours."
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"I was turned on," Bruce said, flatly, "and you were struggling. Inappropriate. On My end, not yours."