Re: quicklog -- steph/bruce: dive bar.
[He raised his eyebrows, sensing there was more to her sudden need to find another bar than she let on. Bruce wasn't stupid. He had a few theories of his own, even in a span of a few seconds with the burn of whiskey in his throat.] Are you alright being here? [Without probing too deep, he wanted to let her know that he was perfectly amenable to drinking elsewhere if this place held too many painful memories. He knew about places like that, even if their circumstances weren't the same.]
You don't have to thank me. [His smile was touched with bitterness—not directed at her—and he took another gulp of whiskey. No need to take it slow.] You're right. We both need to get out, away, and quite frankly you're one of the few people I feel like I can still talk to these days. [Which was likely his fault, for the most part. He was frustrated with almost everyone, that happened more and more often ever since he'd come back from the other Gotham; things chipped away at his patience, bit by bit. Selina. Eddie quitting. Jason moving out. Dick and his assumptions. And this new Damian, alive where the other was dead—there was a great deal of weight on his shoulders.
No, things hadn't gone well with Helena. He shook his head.] I don't know how to help her. Jason was upset that I didn't want to force her into a hospital under psychiatric care, so he left. Blew up a building and moved out of the Manor. It seems to be a trend, people leaving without saying anything.