[ And he watches. Nightvision is the first important thing to maintain. She shields her eyes, as Bruce has. Good. She looks up, looking for him, pays attention to her surroundings. Still he watches, unmoving. He's not visible, particularly in the wake of the tiny white candle's single-LED efforts. It's a dull light, but in this situation it's all but blinding, even just in the periphery; brighter than a meteor.
There. She leaps up into the trees, vanishes into the canopy as Bruce had. The whole sequence took seconds. Just seconds.
Trees had very little in common with the multi-layered wooden fortress in which Bruce had learned his skills of subterfuge and patient, and they were unlike Gotham too; in fact it was easier to move through them. There were more handholds, the leaps were surer, although he had to be careful not to land too heavily and rustle the leaves. Bruce moved like a hunter, coming closer by a circuitous route, carefully minding the branches he'd partially cut, 30 foot high suspended pitfalls. Fighting in daylight was one thing. This was the night; it was Bruce's domain, and he had to know she could fight the things that knew it as well as he did.
If Ra's were here, kept alive by an alternate universe or plucked out of history, knowing might save her life. Knowing she couldn't might save it too. The test, if unwelcome, was none the less imperative. ]
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There. She leaps up into the trees, vanishes into the canopy as Bruce had. The whole sequence took seconds. Just seconds.
Trees had very little in common with the multi-layered wooden fortress in which Bruce had learned his skills of subterfuge and patient, and they were unlike Gotham too; in fact it was easier to move through them. There were more handholds, the leaps were surer, although he had to be careful not to land too heavily and rustle the leaves. Bruce moved like a hunter, coming closer by a circuitous route, carefully minding the branches he'd partially cut, 30 foot high suspended pitfalls. Fighting in daylight was one thing. This was the night; it was Bruce's domain, and he had to know she could fight the things that knew it as well as he did.
If Ra's were here, kept alive by an alternate universe or plucked out of history, knowing might save her life. Knowing she couldn't might save it too. The test, if unwelcome, was none the less imperative. ]