Bruce's head had been a mess. There was so much to do and so much to tackle. Things seemed harder and harder, and he was getting rather worried.
Until he had heard what Adonis Kane had told him.
It was like water slowly going down his parched tongue after a long, hot and tiring day.
"Wha- We're solving this?"
"Of course," there was a steady confidence in Adonis' low and gravelly voice.
Bruce smiled, his head ache slowly easing, "Right. Of course we are."
"Bruce," Adonis' voice through the phone was firm, "Get some rest. Set the mealtimes right away for me to meet Grandfather Kane and Clara. I need you in top form for what is to come."
Bruce nodded back, feeling a surge of confidence and reassurance, "Yes, sir."
He closed the call and walked toward Clara Kane; his head so much lighter.
"Clara," Bruce called as he settled down into the sofa opposite her.
Clara Kane looked up from her book, surprised, "Yes?"
