"Yes, and an impressive piece it is," Bruce answered as Deadshot gestured to the gun in his trunks. "Hopefully you have the safety on. That's an extremely unfortunate place for a bullet hole."
"I think I will take that beer, Mr. Lawton, if you please" Bruce continued, stretching as far as his ropes would allow to take the beer, which was juuuuust far enough. Actually Bruce didn't want a beer, but did want to take Deadshot up on his unexpected generosity. Bruce had a strange relationship with alcohol, one where he saw the benefits of having a tolerance for alcohol, but strongly disliking the effect it had on his brain. And he was on an empty stomach now. Then again, tied up as he was, it wasn't like he'd be drinking it anytime soon.
He started working at the bottle cap, awkwardly because of his bonds. "I'm Bruce, but then, I expect you knew that," he added.
Bruce stopped as Scandal Savage announced her phone call and began stomping off. "Something we said?" he asked Deadshot.