Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
Bruce shot a look at the two of them that was incredulous warning. "Does this seem like the time to you?" The children wasn't said out loud, but it was implied. He had the demeanor and look of a father figure or a very disappointed and weary professor, but he was neither. This was the worst possible time for the two to have some kind of pissing contest. Why was he always surrounded by children? He would need to think about that later, if he managed to get all of them out of this alive. He wasn't concerned with his own life, he never was. Only theirs.
He focused on Gwen, only on her. "Okay let's get away from the periodic table for a minute." Bruce rubbed her arms, trying to relax her, a solid presence she could hold onto while she got it together. He was going to try a much simpler technique. "I need you to close your eyes and picture this room. You've been here before, you know it well. Picture it exactly as you saw it a few minutes ago. Think of every detail. The curtains, the rugs, the textures, the windows." He took her hands in his and squeezed them. "This is reality, we're here right now, in this room. Breath deeply, and remember the room." Before the water, powder, and broken windows. Or so he hoped. "Trust me, Gwen. I'm right here with you, everything's going to be okay."