Bruce gets his knees under him and sits up, astride Zerxus' hips. Then pauses. There's nothing about the fact that the man is grinning, looks young, is trying to play with him that should be confusing-

--but it is.

Just a touch.

It's another one of those things that doesn't fit the only way he can make sense of Zerxus choosing to come to Gotham. It isn't... broken and suicidal, bent on self-destruction. He hates that. It would be so much simpler if it were just that. That it isn't and can't be....

He shakes his head after that minute pause and snorts. It's inelegant but more teasing than truly derisive. "You are. Unfortunately for you, so am I. Do you want to test your luck with that, or tell me what it is you want?"