Bruce has been to Africa, but only briefly, mainly to get from one place to another while being slightly more difficult to track. He's never stayed, but that's exactly why he and Clint are there. Bruce feels a little like he's showing Clint the world, and he's aware that wherever they go, it isn't like Clint's going to have something like doctoring to keep him busy and keep their pockets full. He'd wanted to go somewhere interesting for Clint, somewhere Clint could stay busy, but they might have the chance to hide, too, in a large population. Egypt -- there's bound to be so much to do in Egypt, museums to go or tourists to pickpocket (oops) or childhood curiosities to explore.
And maybe Bruce is charmed by the idea of taking Clint somewhere he could wander and learn and rediscover things that he'd thought were cool as a kid. Everyone has a mummy phase, right? There are pyramids here and a kind of romance and the political unrest they need to keep them undercover. Okay, so Bruce's enchanting ideas are mixed with utilitarianism, but still.
Probably the people he's been treating know where to find the white doctor whose Arabic is surprisingly good and his bedside manner gentle, and Bruce has never liked that element of this job -- far too easy to find him -- but he does his best to go back home following a twisting route that might throw off or at least bore whoever's following him. He has a little more money and some things to make dinner, the bag hanging from his hand as he taps out the appropriate signal on their door before opening it up and heading inside.
"Honey, I'm home," he calls, more cheerfully than someone who has to negotiate new ways to knock on the door practically every day so the person inside can know they aren't about to be flushed out of hiding.
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Date: 2012-09-12 06:41 am (UTC)And maybe Bruce is charmed by the idea of taking Clint somewhere he could wander and learn and rediscover things that he'd thought were cool as a kid. Everyone has a mummy phase, right? There are pyramids here and a kind of romance and the political unrest they need to keep them undercover. Okay, so Bruce's enchanting ideas are mixed with utilitarianism, but still.
Probably the people he's been treating know where to find the white doctor whose Arabic is surprisingly good and his bedside manner gentle, and Bruce has never liked that element of this job -- far too easy to find him -- but he does his best to go back home following a twisting route that might throw off or at least bore whoever's following him. He has a little more money and some things to make dinner, the bag hanging from his hand as he taps out the appropriate signal on their door before opening it up and heading inside.
"Honey, I'm home," he calls, more cheerfully than someone who has to negotiate new ways to knock on the door practically every day so the person inside can know they aren't about to be flushed out of hiding.