Batman stood completely still as the boy turned and waited as recognition lit his eyes. Even with the domino mask he could see the resemblance. It made his chest tighten with more than one emotion.
Taking the gun, Batman easily removed the cartridge and slipped it into his belt, cleared the chamber, then secured it beneath his cape. The sword hadn't been put away as he'd asked, so he took it - a quick motion of the hand without violence or hardly any effort - but he didn't keep it. Turning it deftly, he slid it carefully into it's sheathe.
"You won't be needing it," he said. Listening for a moment to make sure they were still undetected, he ignored the boy's statement. The answer was obvious. Looking down at him again, his eyes fell on the tunic he wore, and Batman only just managed to restrain his anger.
"That isn't yours," he said, nodding pointedly at the tunic. "I'm going to want it back."