Any place could be cruel and unfair. Life itself was often that way and Bruce was living proof of that. The fact that his accident had kept him alive was both a blessing as well as a curse despite Bruce's opinion that the latter was the best way to describe it.
He was trying to keep a lid on his secret however he tended to find himself constantly drawn to investigators or members of the press. His secret was going to be exposed to the wrong people, soon, and he wasn't ready for that yet. He struggled with it. He had more control over it now than he had when he first arrived but it still lingered just beneath the surface of his mind waiting for just the right moment to spring. He didn't want to drive people away, or frighten them, either. He feared that nobody would ever understand exactly what his secret was. He, himself, didn't quite have the best grasp of the idea either. People had seen it, Enigma, Tony, Jonathan, Edward....to name a few, and some, like Lois, had seen the impact. And it wasn't a beautiful sight.
When she asked finally about what happened, Bruce sighed and moved to sit down beside her at the table suddenly feeling weak in the knees. His heart beat began to increase just slightly, which wasn't something he needed. "Well, Veronica, it's kind of a long story. Sort of a monster story and now that I've sort of let it show I have a good idea that if I don't tell you, you'll find out anyway. I don't want you getting the wrong impression through something you read. When I first came here I wasn't exactly aware of all of the types of media that my story was in, but apparently I'm written about. It was hard to see at first but in this world it didn't surprise me." He explained slowly, trying to make all of it form some kind of sense. "If I tell you this story you have to promise not to tell anyone else. I don't need the wrong kind of attention."