BRUCE WAYNE.
♕┊thin, pale fingertips only tightened in their grip, wrapping to quickly around the handle of the “weapon” that bony knuckles turned even more white than their previous color. simply because bruce understood and was almost sure that he could take a BEATING or two before giving up completely. pain was dulled, if even just a little, after his time training no matter how short his time doing it had been. ❝NO,❞ came his firm reply, the strength of his own response almost changing stony expression to that of a furrowed brow and a tilted head in complete confusion and surprise.SPURN, not surprised, but disappointment. chest rises with a deep draw of breath, emerald’s fixating on his own, kindling with pique. impatience wears thin against pallid dermis, sinking into flesh, prickling nerves. head tilts inappreciable, brims yanking to one side in particular, nonchalant plastered features. “ fine – have it your way then. ” exasperated exhale during plausible discourse, settling with his unwillingly ways, arm extends quickly to yank hold of the hammer handle above his own grip, secure hold on the handle much like his own, mocking gesture.
♕┊thinking it the best course of action with the danger at hand, spindly fingers unwind from the tool’s handle, allowing for it to be taken from him in order to avoid possible misfortune at a sooner time than was to be hoped for. he was being made fun of by the enemy, mocked and teased, however that much was to be expected with such an opponent at his opposite stance. bruce understands that he’s much smaller and not nearly as strong than the other, but he’s buying time for convincing himself of his own ability to take a beating. nothing further, no more commentary, is shed from the scrawny teen’s lips as he falls silent. however, his glare is as piercing as possible.