Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
Bruce assumed that he'd never catch up with Jason. He was a vigilante. And the way the kid was moving, he wasn't looking to talk. That's one bridge he'd have to work on later. He noticed the walls and ground and sighed. "Gwen, shhh. It'll be okay. He's just worried. He cares about you." She needed to keep calm so his words were soothing, he put a hand on her shoulder. "We both do. You can't just sit around waiting for a cure, all right? You need to practice, as scary as it is. Repression never helped anyone, believe me."
He reached over and picked up the tea cup and handed it to her. "Small things. Focus on the tea cup. Imagine only it. Different colors, shapes, types of glass. See if you can picture exactly what you want in your mind and make it happen on here. It's not going to be immediate, but it'll be something." Bruce knew what it was like to be out of control and grasp for any type of control there could be found. He really didn't want to leave her there. It went against his gut.