Re: gotham; a bat and a turtle
He nodded, thoughtful, as though the definition of 'here' and 'there' were to be considered with the utmost care. "There is where we're going, then, until we've arrived." Bruce didn't mind pedantic. Sometimes he had a tendency to be the same.
HYDRA had been a disaster, of that there was no doubt. Stark Tower attacked in the city, all-out war on the Turnpike; in Gotham it wasn't quite so bold and brazen. It was darkness and shadows, blood spilled so it looked black in the moonlight, underground dealings, shipments in warehouses and at the docks. Lovely wasn't a word he would use to describe the city, however much he loved it. "I can understand that," he conceded, "but as lovely as it may seem, there is a great deal of room for improvement." And while the Bat was still very much a presence, the others... well, not so much. Regardless, he tipped his head to the side and saw the truth in the difference Donna painted between Gotham and Marvel. None of the bats or the birds had powers, and the Justice League wasn't needed very often anymore. "Yes. We don't have as much need for superpowered heroes or mutants." He managed a small smile. "Perhaps no one else worries because they don't know to."
Her question was a fair one, and it brought up an interesting potential connection between the hotel's events and when they occurred. "Sometimes," he said, as they turned a corner. "Halloween is... ah, often when we become things not ourselves. I was a wolf, once." No smile. Bruce was entirely serious. "Once, at Christmas, we saw each other's pasts and possible futures. Another time, we witnessed each other's memories. The hotel has little regard for privacy."