[ He keeps the pieces, holding only one of the black knights in his hand, mouth pulling up in some private amusement. Then he pockets it and sets off, as though on a casual walk around his neighbourhood. Bruce leads him on quite a journey, letting him take in the sights. Then, up a staircase to a very small room with the door slightly ajar. He's already put the kettle on when Clark joins him. ]
[ It's a far cry from the Manor, and there are no ergonomic chairs here for his back. Nor is there any sign of Alfred, and this small place with its kitchen and the mattress in the other room will have to do. There is no table, there are two smaller crates around a larger one. It does not look lived in — it's a place to survive. ]
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[ It's a far cry from the Manor, and there are no ergonomic chairs here for his back. Nor is there any sign of Alfred, and this small place with its kitchen and the mattress in the other room will have to do. There is no table, there are two smaller crates around a larger one. It does not look lived in — it's a place to survive. ]
I have biscuits, if you're hungry.