Ah, Lo. ( it's soft, fondness bleeding into his tone despite himself. ) I trust my instincts, but B is notoriously hard to get a read on. This one isn't any different.

( reactions muted, short sentences. even in anger, bruce didn't raise his voice. didn't snap. )

I died. Wasn't around for the aftermath but I heard bits and pieces of it after, how fucked B was without someone around to help lighten the mood. This one never picked up our third from what he'd said. Never had another sidekick after I was gone. He's--fine. I trust him. Enough.