Bruce's deadpan response is met with a broadly amused smile, a little eh I guess shrug, and Satoru finally drops the portion of cape he'd been holding.
"A Black Court vampire that's into bats. I hope that's your shapeshifted form, too, because then you'd really be driving that point home," he says glibly. He's not buying it, but he's not so insatiably curious that he'd try to pry open Bruce's mind over it -- he suspects Bruce has a mind like a steel trap, and would know if anyone was trying to invade. Very few people are that good at defense, but Bruce would be one of them.
He then proceeds to drape an arm across Bruce's shoulders, hang off of him like a lazy asshole who can't even be bothered stand right, and calls to the novices, "Oi, General Bat-Man might be distracted but that doesn't mean you can stop!" The novices, who'd started to look a bit lost without Bruce's direction, start scrambling. Satoru throws Bruce a cheesy wink, golden eyes only barely visible above his sunglasses. "There you go. Why are you being Mr. Helpful, anyway? Surely you've got better shit to do."
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"A Black Court vampire that's into bats. I hope that's your shapeshifted form, too, because then you'd really be driving that point home," he says glibly. He's not buying it, but he's not so insatiably curious that he'd try to pry open Bruce's mind over it -- he suspects Bruce has a mind like a steel trap, and would know if anyone was trying to invade. Very few people are that good at defense, but Bruce would be one of them.
He then proceeds to drape an arm across Bruce's shoulders, hang off of him like a lazy asshole who can't even be bothered stand right, and calls to the novices, "Oi, General Bat-Man might be distracted but that doesn't mean you can stop!" The novices, who'd started to look a bit lost without Bruce's direction, start scrambling. Satoru throws Bruce a cheesy wink, golden eyes only barely visible above his sunglasses. "There you go. Why are you being Mr. Helpful, anyway? Surely you've got better shit to do."