Bruce nods, eyes fixed on Ianto's face. He's skilled at reading people, and even past Ianto's usual inscrutability, Bruce can sense he's sincere. Ianto's both willing to trust and to be trusted.
He draws in a breath, bringing his interlaced fingers up to his mouth for a moment as he decides the best way to approach this revelation. Then he shrugs, sitting up straight.
"I'm the Batman."
Apparently candor and a complete lack of beating about the bush win the day. Or so Bruce hopes, waiting for Ianto's reaction.
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Date: 2008-11-24 04:11 am (UTC)He draws in a breath, bringing his interlaced fingers up to his mouth for a moment as he decides the best way to approach this revelation. Then he shrugs, sitting up straight.
"I'm the Batman."
Apparently candor and a complete lack of beating about the bush win the day. Or so Bruce hopes, waiting for Ianto's reaction.