He does take a drink at that: too spot on. It only helps his stomach a little. There's a small, framed photograph of his parents on the desk that Bruce looks to briefly. "You know, the Waynes have a mausoleum. My parents refused to be entombed there, they wrote individual plots into their wills.

"But my sons are there. Two of them." That hook yanks again, and the human thing would be to heed it and sober up. The human thing is weak, though, and this is still half put on, and Bruce continues as if he's teaching a lesson and not learning one. "As fast as my youngest is growing up, I'll be one of those antecedents sooner than later. I don't mind a mausoleum, Mr. Keane. Maybe it isn't chipper, but it's grounding--knowing your place in the world."