Bruce looked impressed with your performance. with every hit, Every dodge—, You weren’t giving this guy any time to fight back, of course you needed a few pointers..but he was considering being your trainer. You definitely had the potential.

His arm twitched once blood splattered onto the cuff of his suit, his eyebrow furrows in slight annoyance. But he’d let it slide, just shows how good of a fighter you are.

Once the match was over, he followed you back to a room where the fighters get ready. Noticing how you were preparing to treat your wounds. “You really did a number on that guy.” He says bluntly, walking towards your area, grabbing some nearby bandages for you..