Bruce held up a hand. "I... really don't need to hear anymore!" He laughed. "I just wanted to make sure you were both... happy." He'd used to think, be happy for the rest of us, used to think himself incapable of it, far too gone. Now he wasn't sure.
His expression softened, became a bit more solemn. "You're lucky. With Babs. It's still the... Batman problem with me." He rubbed a hand down his face. "Anyone who spends any amount of time with me knows I'm not exactly... normal, but the extent of it.... I mean, that's always been the issue, hasn't it? How much to tell? I told Vicki too much and then it ended, because she couldn't deal."