batfeels: So now, Bruce…tell yourself he’s just a man. Like you. Tell yourself he has f

batfeels:

So now, Bruce…tell yourself he’s just a man. Like you. Tell yourself he has flesh which can be ripped, bones that can be shattered. That he needs to breathe, to sleep, to eat. Prove it to yourself. Stare back at him, into those damn eyes. Stare into them until he flinches. Until you see them work like human eyes. Until you see the pupils change.

It happens all of a sudden, just a tiny shift, but there it is. You stare back and you see it. The smallest flicker in the pupils, but still. And you say to yourself, see? Beneath it all he’s just what you thought he was. A man. 

And ignore the fact that what you saw those tiny pupils do was expand. Expand for you after you stared back long enough. Ignore the fact that what you saw those black points expand with…

…waslove.