[ It’s like a slow motion vid playing in his head. Every moment between him and Bruce, as far back as he could remember. And there was not a single instance he could point to as the definitive time Bruce slipped this…thing under his arm. Terry would have felt the incision, would have felt it being worked into place in his wrist. But there was nothing.
He never felt a thing.
Part of him is. Sad. Sad that he’d trusted Bruce, had defended him. There was a reason none of the other Bats spoke to him and Terry had ignored it. But he can’t shove his head in the sand with this.
And that was where his rage lived. The temptation to take the suit and throw it back into Bruce’s face is a strong one. The old man deserved a chance to explain himself, but Terry wasn’t sure he was ready to hear it. Wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready.
Finally, he remembers Dick is there and he’s not facing this alone. He blinks, once and then twice as if it would clear his head. ]
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He never felt a thing.
Part of him is. Sad. Sad that he’d trusted Bruce, had defended him. There was a reason none of the other Bats spoke to him and Terry had ignored it. But he can’t shove his head in the sand with this.
And that was where his rage lived. The temptation to take the suit and throw it back into Bruce’s face is a strong one. The old man deserved a chance to explain himself, but Terry wasn’t sure he was ready to hear it. Wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready.
Finally, he remembers Dick is there and he’s not facing this alone. He blinks, once and then twice as if it would clear his head. ]
I’m fine. Get this thing out of my arm.