I admit, it's pretty hard to fill his shoes. Every time I put on that costume, I think I can feel the same way that Bruce did when he was Batman. You feel like you should protect others, and that for every person who deserves to be in jail, that you justify your loved one's death. Bruce's parents. My dad. It's not that you have to protect people. It's that you really want to. It's a risky job, but it has one less family recieving a one A.M phone call...and that makes me feel good about what I do. I wonder if Bruce felt the same about that,too.
I mostly wonder what he thinks about. I wonder what he dreams about. A few times, I've sat in a chair beside his bed while he slept. Sometimes he was still, which scares the hell out of me. Other times, he would stir and mumble things. I'd be afraid to wake Bruce up because even though he's old, he can still throw a mean punch. Even in his sleep.
I...watch him when he's not looking. It's not observing..just..looking. I swear it! The only emotions he seems to have is mad,thinking and bossy...and each emotion has the same expression. You never know what mood he's in.
"You can tell them apart?" Max joked to me on the phone earlier.
After only 3 months of being around Bruce, yeah. Or at least I think so. I think of him as my boss. My partner. Well,what am I to him? His protege? His partner? Even though Bruce can be a real grouch sometimes, (alright, always) I would never let anything happen to him. Pray for the poor bitch or bastard who even THINKS about laying a finger on him.
He's my boss. He's my partner. He's my friend. He's my...
"Terry,are you paying attention? If it isn't about me,or has nothing to do with this assignment,stop daydreaming."
Snapping out of it, I smile at him and show my teeth.
His expression doesn't change much,but the look in his eyes do. He looks like he's...puzzled? Is he trying to figure me out? Without any sarcasm, I swear it; That's new.
My mom once told me; "Smile,it makes people wonder." She was right.
After that,I stay quiet and keep on. Bruce doesn't say anything, but I could have sworn he just smirked.
Uh oh. What is he up to?
"Bruce,what was that about?"
He raises his eyebrow. "What was what about?"
I cross my arms and look at him when he turns to pat the dog on the head. He never leaves my sight.
Now he has me wondering.