"You sound so sure you know what hatred is, Emma." Bruce says.
One moment he is standing across the room from her. The next he is directly in her face, a gust of wind the only clue has crossed the distance between them.
"Ah've been practicing what you taught me, Emma. Ah'd be glad to demonstrate, but first, a question.
Where is my baby girl right now?" Bruce asks.
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