It feels like he's just come out of a fight with Spellbinder and Shriek, disoriented and lost. This Bruce has no need of Terry, no desire to coach him or make him stronger, and the eerie sense of the photograph is only stronger. The Bruce Wayne of 2053, the one who knows and maybe even trusts Terry a little bit, is shrinking in the distance.
"Someday, you're going to meet a no-account, waste of space punk," Terry says. He makes sure to stand straight and look Bruce in the eye, hoping to impress that he's worth that confidence. "And you're going to give him a chance."
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It feels like he's just come out of a fight with Spellbinder and Shriek, disoriented and lost. This Bruce has no need of Terry, no desire to coach him or make him stronger, and the eerie sense of the photograph is only stronger. The Bruce Wayne of 2053, the one who knows and maybe even trusts Terry a little bit, is shrinking in the distance.
"Someday, you're going to meet a no-account, waste of space punk," Terry says. He makes sure to stand straight and look Bruce in the eye, hoping to impress that he's worth that confidence. "And you're going to give him a chance."