[Evasive speech patterns. Words that flatter and praise. His mind continues analysing and making observations. Bruce looks comfortable in his chair but his interchanging movements, his searching stares, suggest discomfort on a spiritual level.
Crane mirrors this posture. His body looks accustomed to sitting in its position, but because of his lean build he cannot stop himself looking stiff and awkward, positioned with all the correctness of a man schooled in manners. Nor are his clothes equally tailored. His sleeves are slightly too short, his head slightly too large.
But obviously he's right. He is proud to be good at what he does. Why else is Bruce Wayne sitting in the client's seat?]
[ A loaded question with a thousand ways to answer. He knows he's being analyzed. His every movement turned over and nitpicked and categorized. Whether it's for a diagnosis or for something else, Bruce hasn't decided yet.
It's only fair Bruce do it too. He notes the awkward way Crane sits, the shortness in his sleeves and the way his jacket doesn't fit quite right. You'd think a man of Crane's stature would at least be moneyed enough to afford a jacket that fits. ]
Crane notices himself being studied, sliced and dissected down to his mental bones, but directs his attention to showing no discomfort. He has endured the evil eye throughout his life and carries himself perfectly. He mirrors Bruce's argument with a cold and distant tone - not dismissive but impassive.
Distant. Observant.]
Then you are free to leave.
[Which begs the question: why are you still here?]
no subject
Crane mirrors this posture. His body looks accustomed to sitting in its position, but because of his lean build he cannot stop himself looking stiff and awkward, positioned with all the correctness of a man schooled in manners. Nor are his clothes equally tailored. His sleeves are slightly too short, his head slightly too large.
But obviously he's right. He is proud to be good at what he does. Why else is Bruce Wayne sitting in the client's seat?]
And what do you think you are?
no subject
It's only fair Bruce do it too. He notes the awkward way Crane sits, the shortness in his sleeves and the way his jacket doesn't fit quite right. You'd think a man of Crane's stature would at least be moneyed enough to afford a jacket that fits. ]
Bored. Very bored.
no subject
Crane notices himself being studied, sliced and dissected down to his mental bones, but directs his attention to showing no discomfort. He has endured the evil eye throughout his life and carries himself perfectly. He mirrors Bruce's argument with a cold and distant tone - not dismissive but impassive.
Distant. Observant.]
Then you are free to leave.
[Which begs the question: why are you still here?]