[The request startles her a little. She gives him a tilted look. Curiosity without a question.]
Bruce. [One hand against the cut on his chest, one hand laid up gently against the bruises on his ribs again.] Whatever risks I take, Bruce. They're mine. I know you understand that.
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Bruce. [One hand against the cut on his chest, one hand laid up gently against the bruises on his ribs again.] Whatever risks I take, Bruce. They're mine. I know you understand that.