Maybe you need some more people in your life, Matt, and something going on that's not law and crime fighting on your own.
When Bruce Wayne has that thought about somebody, it's quite possibly a tell.
"The accommodations would be a curveball. Accommodations that you don't actually need are a downright trip hazard." There's a flash of a grin to go with that. "I don't dislike most of being Bruce Wayne. I just have an incredibly limited social battery, and turning on enough to play the role exhausts me. What about being on the grounds of the Manor is going to take getting used to?"
Matt's life is typically a trashfire in one way or another and it just seems easier to go to work, come home, put on the mask and lather, rinse, repeat. He's cut himself off enough that people have noticed, and sometimes he has to answer for it, but he does so with an affable charm and hopes that's enough to cover for the things he doesn't really want to answer for. It's lonely sometimes, maybe even a little hollow, but he can set those feelings aside when there's a job to do.
"Yeah. I'll correct you where you need it, don't worry," he smiles back. A limited social battery makes sense. Matt's seems like it might have more capacity, given that he spends so much time working with people, but he can imagine the scenarios are very different. "The quiet. Nothing is ever really quiet for me, exactly, but it's not the same as a city. This is a world I'm familiar with where there's a constant hum of people and everything they use to live their lives. On a manor, I imagine it's just nature and a lot less voices and heartbeats."
"Exactly what both Bruce Wayne and Batman are known for: accepting correction with grace." That too is just more dry, self-depreciating humor, while he eats more of his pizza.
"You're nearly certainly right about the level of quiet, especially with the level of soundproofing," and he means 'Superman can hear loud things and Matt will probably catch some things, but it's a lot, "around the cave. On the other hand the building and grounds aren't all public and imposing. Alfred and I, and occasionally one of the kids or a guest, have to be able to live there comfortably, too."
"I'm thirty years into this whole blind gig, so I'm pretty good at giving people polite correction about things," he answers with a faint smile in return. He's finished with his part of the pizza, he thinks, and sets aside his plate with the last piece just half eaten on it.
"Soundproofing makes me feel like I'm in a coffin, but I'll manage," he counters. "It's all kind of hard to picture. The whole stately grounds sort of thing. I'll figure it out pretty quickly once I'm actually there and can experience it myself. Until then, the level of sound or what I would expect to pick up is all just kind of abstract. I don't think I'm overly concerned about that part. I'm pretty adaptable. I have to be." It's just the nature of his life, both in dealing with how his senses function in the world and the fact that he gets himself into implausible situations like arranging a for-show relationship with Bruce Wayne.
"I appreciate that you think there's any chance that Batman would care how polite you're being." That's still just being a smart ass. He is, at least, just about finished with his eating, though.
That he's slower on that one than Matt is mildly amusing. He's going to blame Alfred, just because he can.
"I really want to get you out there, sooner rather than later. I know it's more complicated, but I can explain the cave and Manor until I turn blue: it won't help you as much as getting a literal feel for it. However you do that, exactly." The cave is an entire system. And it's open. Soundproofing is there, but not to the degree that Matt may be thinking. Or it might be. "did you ever figure out what I look like?"
"Well, I figure flies and honey and vinegar is an adage for a reason and being a dick about it myself isn't going to do anyone any good," he replies, smirking back.
He offers a nod while he gets up from the couch to start picking up everything to put the dishes away and to put the remaining few slices into the refrigerator. Depending on what, if anything, he does out in the suit tonight, sometimes he shoves some food in his face before he falls asleep. "I don't work weekends--during the day, anyway. So I can come out. I might lean on you to arrange transportation. I don't really leave the city much unless I have to so whatever you think is the most pragmatic way." The question sparks another short laugh. "I know what you look like in a way that's hard to describe easily. Every movement you make, every sound that's in the room, it all bounces off of you. Like an echo. It paints a picture of you, like you're made of flame. Everything in my world 'looks' like it's on fire. You included. Do you want my observations?"
"You mentioned disliking flying." Which makes sense given Matt's senses and echolocation. "That leaves the train if you're being stubborn, a private car and driver," or him, "if we're trying to be discrete, or a limo if we want it to be very visible."
That out of the way and onto more interesting things. While he stands up and moves the coffee table back to its original position. "Would you recognize me based on that imprint alone, or would your other senses need to be in play?"
"The pressure is hard for me. The popping sound that you feel, or the way that it muffles your hearing? Multiple that by a hundred," he explains with a shrug. "I'll leave that up to you as far as private car vs. limo. I can avoid the train and not be stubborn in this scenario." He thinks, anyway. He's been around money before with Elektra so it's not wholly foreign to him and she would have sooner lost a kidney than taken a train.
"Once I'm familiar with someone, I can recognize their heartbeat, for one thing. What their skin and hair smells like. The rhythm of their breathing. But yes, if I were to come across you on a street surrounded by strangers, I would be able to pick you out. It's not sight. It's like radar, I guess is the best description."
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When Bruce Wayne has that thought about somebody, it's quite possibly a tell.
"The accommodations would be a curveball. Accommodations that you don't actually need are a downright trip hazard." There's a flash of a grin to go with that. "I don't dislike most of being Bruce Wayne. I just have an incredibly limited social battery, and turning on enough to play the role exhausts me. What about being on the grounds of the Manor is going to take getting used to?"
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"Yeah. I'll correct you where you need it, don't worry," he smiles back. A limited social battery makes sense. Matt's seems like it might have more capacity, given that he spends so much time working with people, but he can imagine the scenarios are very different. "The quiet. Nothing is ever really quiet for me, exactly, but it's not the same as a city. This is a world I'm familiar with where there's a constant hum of people and everything they use to live their lives. On a manor, I imagine it's just nature and a lot less voices and heartbeats."
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"You're nearly certainly right about the level of quiet, especially with the level of soundproofing," and he means 'Superman can hear loud things and Matt will probably catch some things, but it's a lot, "around the cave. On the other hand the building and grounds aren't all public and imposing. Alfred and I, and occasionally one of the kids or a guest, have to be able to live there comfortably, too."
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"Soundproofing makes me feel like I'm in a coffin, but I'll manage," he counters. "It's all kind of hard to picture. The whole stately grounds sort of thing. I'll figure it out pretty quickly once I'm actually there and can experience it myself. Until then, the level of sound or what I would expect to pick up is all just kind of abstract. I don't think I'm overly concerned about that part. I'm pretty adaptable. I have to be." It's just the nature of his life, both in dealing with how his senses function in the world and the fact that he gets himself into implausible situations like arranging a for-show relationship with Bruce Wayne.
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That he's slower on that one than Matt is mildly amusing. He's going to blame Alfred, just because he can.
"I really want to get you out there, sooner rather than later. I know it's more complicated, but I can explain the cave and Manor until I turn blue: it won't help you as much as getting a literal feel for it. However you do that, exactly." The cave is an entire system. And it's open. Soundproofing is there, but not to the degree that Matt may be thinking. Or it might be. "did you ever figure out what I look like?"
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He offers a nod while he gets up from the couch to start picking up everything to put the dishes away and to put the remaining few slices into the refrigerator. Depending on what, if anything, he does out in the suit tonight, sometimes he shoves some food in his face before he falls asleep. "I don't work weekends--during the day, anyway. So I can come out. I might lean on you to arrange transportation. I don't really leave the city much unless I have to so whatever you think is the most pragmatic way." The question sparks another short laugh. "I know what you look like in a way that's hard to describe easily. Every movement you make, every sound that's in the room, it all bounces off of you. Like an echo. It paints a picture of you, like you're made of flame. Everything in my world 'looks' like it's on fire. You included. Do you want my observations?"
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That out of the way and onto more interesting things. While he stands up and moves the coffee table back to its original position. "Would you recognize me based on that imprint alone, or would your other senses need to be in play?"
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"Once I'm familiar with someone, I can recognize their heartbeat, for one thing. What their skin and hair smells like. The rhythm of their breathing. But yes, if I were to come across you on a street surrounded by strangers, I would be able to pick you out. It's not sight. It's like radar, I guess is the best description."