Re: Passages: Bruce B and Matt M
[Bruce had managed to train himself into a sort of caution around other people. It was partially to avoid doing anything that might alarm or scare someone, but also so that they wouldn't turn around and do anything to set him off as well. It meant that he simply waited as Matt moved, instead of rushing forward to immediately help the man. He'd made it this far, and Bruce was fairly certain that he could manage the next few steps on his own as well.
Seeing the limp, the way he protected and favored one side, and (eventually) the bruises marring his face (an otherwise pleasant-seeming one), he couldn't help the frown that snuck out, nor the way he automatically tried to assess what injuries were there. Even if the man's eyes were both open, he'd rather focus more on the immediate problems than try to begin any sort of more delicate examination. Plus the fact that he was without a lab in the hotel, and without the added aid of JARVIS for scanning and assessment capabilities. His heart rate stayed mostly steady through his perusal, maybe speeding just the slightest bit as his mind began to work through the things that might need to be done to help. He'd brought his bag of medical and emergency supplies, not wanting to need to run back to Gotham in the middle of helping. It meant that everything that might smell medical was tucked away within fabric that betrayed it's army surplus store beginning - still musty with the ghost of being tucked away in storage for too long.
Bruce had muddled through countries where he didn't even speak the language, needing to learn as he went and plagued by accents, slang, and combinations of speech that would either be a linguist's fantasy or nightmare. He could manage this as well. He was pretty sure, at least.] There's a bed here. And a chair. I don't know about you, but I know I'd probably feel better if you were sitting...