"It sticks to things," Bruce said, struggling with one of the buckles, shifting one of his shoulders into an uncomfortable angle that was more appropriate for the task. "Your chopsticks, your hands... face, teeth, tongue, mouth, throat; you learn to eat fast." He had no real desire to hurt Ted, or his annoying roommate, but he was sincerely invested in looking out for Barbara, and it that involved scaring the hell out of her boyfriend occasionally, he could do that. "They're... interesting," he allowed. "Barda probably shouldn't kill them, but if they're stupid enough to get in her way..."
Another buckle came loose and Bruce grinned fiercely. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone to practice with, let alone anyone of Scott's caliber. "Visit Metropolis," he suggested. "Compare it to Gotham; then you'll see why they say it's so bad." He understood what Scott meant; Gotham was much better than Apokolips, but compared to so many other cities in the U.S., it was a disgrace. "Mostly it's the crime," he explained. "The mob families, the governmental vice, the violence. The costumed villains, most of whom are insane; this city was beautiful once, and it can be again."
Waiting for his answer, Bruce took the opportunity to glance at Scott's face. He wasn't surprised by what he saw there; it was the same look he'd been seeing on Tony's face over the years. "I'm glad she's settling in," he said slowly. "You went back there for her... didn't you."