Bruce is a very paranoid man. The reassurance could easily be an attempt to have him speak and locate him for killing that way, but something's off.
His ears perk. He knows that voice. He chews the inside of his cheek, trying to think of where he knows it from. He hadn't spoken to Clint Barton at all before the attack on New York, but he had spoken to the man afterward. Their interactions were generally brief or entirely nonverbal. But Bruce had a very good memory, and the fact that the man had saved the world with him meant that he was much more easily remembered than most people.
Bruce still couldn't be sure. He risked leaning forward, straining his eyes in the dark, waiting for a flicker of light to see if his guess was right. The motion makes a soft rustling sound, but hopefully the squeaks of the rats covers that up.
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His ears perk. He knows that voice. He chews the inside of his cheek, trying to think of where he knows it from. He hadn't spoken to Clint Barton at all before the attack on New York, but he had spoken to the man afterward. Their interactions were generally brief or entirely nonverbal. But Bruce had a very good memory, and the fact that the man had saved the world with him meant that he was much more easily remembered than most people.
Bruce still couldn't be sure. He risked leaning forward, straining his eyes in the dark, waiting for a flicker of light to see if his guess was right. The motion makes a soft rustling sound, but hopefully the squeaks of the rats covers that up.