Bruce actually finds that to be a wonderfully neighborly business sense, as if he ever got hit in the head with a damned hammer that size, he'd certainly appreciate a discount on whatever the hell hammering he'd need later. (He'll probably pass on hammer sparring. ... For now.)

As for cities - Bruce seems to go a little pensive at that again, and his gaze meanders out at the courtyard.

"It can be all right."

Perhaps he just hasn't decided about this one just yet.