(He doesn't look like the Bruce she knows. The jaw isn't quite as chiseled, the hair doesn't have grey at the temples. He's close enough that Diana can recognize him and know him as friend and comrade at arms but he is certainly not her Bruce. Still, just as Kal-El had not been her version, she'd found him similar enough not to notice the differences; some things across the universe seem to never change.
Diana draws closer to him, though, careful to keep her voice low in case Bruce wants to confide in her some sort of secret that's not meant for public consumption. While subterfuge isn't her favorite currency, it's one she knows how to utilize when necessary.)
I have all the time in the world for you, Bruce. Is there somewhere you'd like to go?
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the hair doesn't have grey at the temples. He's close enough that Diana can recognize him and know him as friend and comrade at arms but he is certainly not her
Bruce. Still, just as Kal-El had not been her version, she'd found him similar enough not to notice the differences; some things across the universe seem to never change.
Diana draws closer to him, though, careful to keep her voice low in case Bruce wants to confide in her some sort of secret that's not meant for public consumption. While subterfuge isn't her favorite currency, it's one she knows how to utilize when necessary.)
I have all the time in the world for you, Bruce. Is there somewhere you'd like to go?