It was very, very rare to meet someone that you synch with on a very basic level. Bruce and Justin had discovered rather quickly that they had congruences that were quite uncommon. Driving themeselves to be superhuman by sheer nerve was only one.

Another, well, they'd decided it would be fairly entertaining to compare notes on family fortunes. Bruce leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee, a rather substantial pile of papers and books, all neatly and professionally bound, sitting in front of him.

Most of his information was usually on a computer, but it took the space of a letter to write back to Alfred and have him have it printed and bound, and he assumed Justin would be able to do the same.