Re: log: eddie/bruce at the door
[Bruce acknowledged deep, deep down that Eddie was right. He could lie to himself on the surface, he could ignore that which he didn't want to face, but the logical part of him refused to be fully silenced. He wasn't alone anymore. He had family, people who would care if something happened to him, who would miss him if he died; he couldn't just rush headlong into danger and risk his own life impulsively. He wished he could, though. This once, he wished he could.] I know I'm not. I know. But I still have a choice. I have that right. [It was a weak argument and he knew it, but it was all he had.
As angry as he was that Eddie was standing between him and Selina, that logical part of himself understood why. It was the act of a friend, for his own good, but that didn't mean he liked it.] It doesn't matter. I should be there. I should have been there already. [Maybe bringing Stephanie into the mix was a low blow, but he didn't care. It was the one way he knew to make the other man understand, and his eyes narrowed, expression marred by a frown, when Eddie said that he would have been there a week ago. He wasn't sure if it was a criticism or mere fact, and he drew himself up in a last-ditch attempt to make him move. But Eddie wasn't some Gotham thug. He wouldn't be intimidated by the threat of physical violence, especially when it was an empty threat, one he couldn't bring himself to follow through with.]
How am I supposed to wait? [It sounded so easy, but in truth it wasn't at all, and this was the only way he could think to fix it. He faltered a little when Eddie set down his cane, uncertain, not sure if he was actually intending to surrender or if he had something else in mind. Sorry wasn't going to save Selina, sorry wouldn't get him into Marvel sooner, and he'd decided that talking wasn't going to work. Brute strength was a crude fallback but it might just work; maybe it would have. Maybe, if Eddie hadn't chosen that exact moment to give him the last thing he was expecting-- a hug.
Instinct made him tense up. He couldn't help it. Seconds ticked by and he was still, torn between letting logic take over and shoving Eddie aside to get to the door. Tick, tick, tick, and his shoulders slumped, and he hated himself just a little.] I should be there. [It was quieter, now, less vehemence and more helpless.]