"Luck's not usually on my side," he answers lightly, even if the thoughts in his head are dark and heavy, almost suffocating. Bruce doesn't even know what his mirror's like yet, but it could be either incredibly depressing or extremely terrifying— either way, he's not eager to find out. He's covered up his own mirror the moment he learned about the other side of the mansion, and that's how he'll keep it for now.

Just like he'll skip on the chance to take a look into the other side. He doesn't want to know, doesn't want to see his other self any more than he wants him to look back at him through the glass. Maybe ignoring won't last for long, but he's going to do it for as long as he can get away with it.

"But they can come over." Not a question— he's been told that the mirrors can do that, already. And it's not like the Queen's someone who can be trusted. No one can be in a place like this, honestly. They're probably as insane as in the original story, if not even more so.