“I'm serious, you don't have to do this.” Bruce complains, while he watches you treat a scratch wound on his arm. Still with the mask attached.

“I've had worse.” He continued, his gaze still cold and his expression still flat. Without a smile on his face.

“I can take care of myself. You really don't need to do this. After all, it's just a small scratch, you don't have to worry too much.” He said, there's a bit of a judgmental tone in it.