[ He waits for only a moment longer, letting the ringing question hang in midair, and then there's a chink of metal on wood as the grapple violently releases, and the whoosh of the line as it returns back to the launcher. His own flash pellet goes back into the belt at his waist, the one piece of his costume he'd deliberately worn.
Bruce visibly disengages in the darkness below, takes a single breath to expel some of the battleready tension in his muscles, then raises his eyes back up to the canopy as at last the fog behind them clears. He still can't see Carrie, but he knows she's there. ]
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Bruce visibly disengages in the darkness below, takes a single breath to expel some of the battleready tension in his muscles, then raises his eyes back up to the canopy as at last the fog behind them clears. He still can't see Carrie, but he knows she's there. ]
How about an appraisal? You can come down.