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Bruce stared into the glass cell that had been built for him; its current occupant gazed back calmly for a long moment before breaking his silence.
"So," Loki said. "You're the one who turns into the monster."
Bruce felt the other guy clawing at the his hindbrain, but concentrated on his breathing.
"Must make it hard on your love life."
"What?" He hadn't been expecting an attack from that direction. "I don't -- "
"I can't say I'm surprised," Loki said, eyes wide with mock-sympathy. "You mortals are so fragile. I, on the other hand -- "
This was getting too weird. Bruce fled.