“Bruce,” Geoff says as he holds the phone to his ear. “I didn’t know you even had my number.” The words were casual but the accusation underneath was not missed.
“I got it from a friend.”
“We need your help,” Bruce interrupts, his tone firm and not betraying any further intentions though Geoff could tell immediately something was up.
“And what makes you think we’re going to provide you any help? I thought you would ‘rather loose your dick than accept help from us’ if I remember the conversation right.”
Bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t correct Geoff that that wasn’t what he said and Geoff frowns in concern. Clearly Bruce wasn’t fucking around. This was serious.
“We need your help. They have Elyse.”
Geoff takes a sharp intake of breath, face hardening. Geoff starts trying to calculate what weapons they have, how many people he can spare at this moment, how fast he could get there-
“What do you need us to do?” Geoff says, already preparing himself to do whatever is necessary to help.