YYou assumed part of Bruce was glad that this speed would be a part of him forever... That what it cost him was worth making him the fastest man alive in his mind, but the moment you said it to his face he snapped at you. With the bruises on his face that still didn't feel and tears filling his eyes. He confessed what he actually felt, of the hell added to his legacy and himself... So much was forced to control inside himself and what he let out.

" Do you know what it's like to be so filled up with anger it feels like your poisoning yourself? Do you? I wanna hit something....anything all of the time. Every second... You think I like that? I hate feeling this way."

He just stared at you after speaking. Maybe there could be a small amount of people who understood what he felt.... Or maybe he could have been completely alone in Gotham and your words would just make it worse.