You know what else is overkill? The way Bruce draws back, squints and hisses in response to the light.
That has nothing to do with 'Devil', and everything to do with Bruce being Bruce. Not like he can't walk outside during daylight whenever he wants, however strong his affinity with shadows and darkness of the more literal sort.
Hissing about it is just... all him.
"For fuck's-" He says nothing else, but stalks over to a table tucked between two arm chairs, opens a drawer and pulls out a blank journal and wings it at Zerxus like it's a frisbee. At least he just picks up the pencil, also in the drawer, instead of throwing it like a javelin.
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That has nothing to do with 'Devil', and everything to do with Bruce being Bruce. Not like he can't walk outside during daylight whenever he wants, however strong his affinity with shadows and darkness of the more literal sort.
Hissing about it is just... all him.
"For fuck's-" He says nothing else, but stalks over to a table tucked between two arm chairs, opens a drawer and pulls out a blank journal and wings it at Zerxus like it's a frisbee. At least he just picks up the pencil, also in the drawer, instead of throwing it like a javelin.