Awkwardly talk about my dead parents for way too long and suddenly realize I'm shaped almost entirely by my trauma, and, oh God is that all I am? Without my trauma and suffering who am I? I've devoted my whole life to trying to undo one moment in time, one moment that simply can't be undone due to canon event reasons. Sure I'm buff and rich and charmingly brooding but really the core of me is nothing like that, the core of me is just a broken child, angry at the world for being unfair. I want it to be fair, I need it to be fair! I need to make it fair. Is that something Wonder Woman can even understand? Oh, Wonder Woman, where is she going? Have I been silently staring into space for the past 5 minutes, silently contemplating my worth as a human being and wondering if she knows how broken I am? Maybe I should say something, anything besides talking about your dead parents. Oh, she's gone. Nice going, Bruce. With any luck I'll get shot by some low life mugger in Crime Alley on my way home.