The voice, the way it says his full name like he’s spitting venom, is nothing like Bruce. Bruce could never sound so cruel - not to Jason. Angry, disappointed, sad...
But never cruel.
Elliot has done a good job of imitating Bruce, good enough to fool the public, but there are others that know. The mind-readers and the ones who know the scent and the sound of the beat of his heart.
And those who have spent so long watching him, working with him, who could never mistake Elliot for Bruce.
Elliot doesn’t know how to keep the arrogance out of his walk, the disdain out of his eyes.
He’s just a bad copy of the man that Jason will never have.
But even as Elliot is drawing him close, those eyes full of hate and contempt, the kind that Jason never saw from Bruce, Jason finds himself giving in.
It’s as close as he’s ever going to get to the real Bruce.
Bruce’s hair. Bruce’s clothes. Bruce’s face.
It’s not Bruce.
The voice, the way it says his full name like he’s spitting venom, is nothing like Bruce. Bruce could never sound so cruel - not to Jason. Angry, disappointed, sad...
But never cruel.
Elliot has done a good job of imitating Bruce, good enough to fool the public, but there are others that know. The mind-readers and the ones who know the scent and the sound of the beat of his heart.
And those who have spent so long watching him, working with him, who could never mistake Elliot for Bruce.
Elliot doesn’t know how to keep the arrogance out of his walk, the disdain out of his eyes.
He’s just a bad copy of the man that Jason will never have.
But even as Elliot is drawing him close, those eyes full of hate and contempt, the kind that Jason never saw from Bruce, Jason finds himself giving in.
It’s as close as he’s ever going to get to the real Bruce.
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