Bruce hadn't said a single word the entire flight. He hadn't made a sound, hadn't protested the speed or the discomfort of air whipping past him. He hadn't squeaked or screamed or held on tighter when he was traveling way faster than he should be, through open air and without any control.

Basically he held on and dealt with it.

He continued to be just absolutely non-dramatic and unemotional when they made it to the ground. He just turned away and threw up. It was the most business like case of violent vomiting the world had probably ever seen. Matter of fact puking? Yeah, pretty much.

He wiped his mouth as best he could and said, "I'm fine."

This wasn't Gotham. This wasn't even close to Gotham.