Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
Bruce had no idea she was thinking of Iris. But then, he wasn't a mind reader, and he wasn't paying enough attention to try to decipher her like he usually would. Minds he couldn't read but body language he could, at least under normal circumstances. Here, now, half his attention was elsewhere entirely, some was on the puppy, and only the remainder settled on her. "Yes," he said, when she brought up Ra's. "If we bury him, Ra's has a body to steal. Again. I won't let that happen." He paused. "I can't." Not again, not again. Too many things were happening again and he couldn't stand it. As for a ceremony, he had to think about that. His mind was muddled, like slogging through quicksand, and he looked up at her as he tried to remember. "Alfred said something about a memorial," he said, finally. That seemed to be enough.
Her suggestion that he take the socks off drew his gaze down to his feet. He almost asked why, but then he realized; it was cold outside. He should have been wearing shoes. "Alright," he shrugged, as she rubbed one of the puppy's ears. He didn't feel like arguing. He set the puppy down on the bed, gently, and got up to find another pair of socks.
"Is there?" He crouched to rifle through drawers of clothing, his back to her and so obscuring his expression. "Good. Too late for some, but at least there will be no blood spilled on Christmas. How generous of them."