Bruce squeezed Liv gently and then let her go. He leaned down, and pulled out an old copy of the newspaper, showing her the headline. It was the paper when Hulk had made the front page when he had arrived, and beneath that one was the edition where again he had made the headlines for fighting the Tyrannosaur.
"Making the paper happens, Liv. It makes me sick that people know what I am, what I can do...but it happens and we have to deal with those things as they come." He wasn't proud of that even if he was defending the city. The people. He would always be a monster to them.
The papers went down on to the coffee table next to one of the pizza boxes. He frowned at the headline. Part of him wanted to put himself into the containment facility and never come out. It was tempting.