He'd be less blindsided by this if Bruce hadn't given him a reprieve first. Was that just to make it hit harder? Or did he forget himself, and this was his way of making up for it?
(He can't know that Asmodeus's response is silent but palpable, a surge of darkly amused approval.)
He snaps the final button on the last satchel, taking a steadying breath. When he meets Bruce's gaze his expression is a mask of gentle placidity, and his voice echoes it.
"I was thirty, when my husband died. Elias was six."
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He'd be less blindsided by this if Bruce hadn't given him a reprieve first. Was that just to make it hit harder? Or did he forget himself, and this was his way of making up for it?
(He can't know that Asmodeus's response is silent but palpable, a surge of darkly amused approval.)
He snaps the final button on the last satchel, taking a steadying breath. When he meets Bruce's gaze his expression is a mask of gentle placidity, and his voice echoes it.
"I was thirty, when my husband died. Elias was six."