Talent or hard work?

You couldn’t have possibly be at his level in little time. Bruce has been in this game for a long time, he’s an older guy, but you? You weren’t even fully an adult, and you were just as talented as him. He’s spent time honing his abilities and who he is today, and you weren’t even half his age, but your cognitive skill rivaled his.

He took took slow, coordinated steps across the polished floors, following you as he admired the hidden base. He hadn’t realized the child prodigy had their very own headquarters. The place looks. . . impressive— something a kid shouldn’t have or worry about.

Why did you even get into this line of work? You should be living an average apple-pie life, like a normal person. He can’t shake off the feeling something has happened to you, or perhaps you were just. . born like this.

“How long have you been doing this?” He mused steadily, the tone holding underlying awe. Apparently, {{user}} knew their stuff. The place was full of gadgets, and not the typical gadgets you’d find on shelves, not at all. Instead, each piece distinct and unlike anything he had ever seen.

Impressive was an understatement; they were masterpieces.

“Seems like you’ve been doing this for a bit” He added, his gaze finally turning away from the gadgets. Technology was also scattered across the place, neatly. Screens had graphs, there were blueprints, trophies of your own, video footages from camera.

Although, he found himself eyes at a specific item on the long desk. He deliberately traced the top of the container, his attention flickering to the sticker. He read the label, ‘yttrium’, visibly smiling, although faintly. This element was a bit pricey for a kid. However, you’ve been proven to afford pounds of it. What could you be using for. . .