Re: quicklog: bruce & selina
[He heard her long before he saw her. And, true, Bruce could have come sans cowl in regular attire, but he felt more comfortable in the suit when the city was cloaked in night. Vulnerability was when layers were peeled away, and he wasn't ready for that, not yet. He waited, waited, until the car came into sight, until she emerged—then he dropped down.
Despite his bulk, he landed in a clean crouch and straightened, cape swirling and settling at his heels. His eyes gleamed behind the cowl as he took her in, a sweep from head to toe and back again; the short hair reminded him of another Gotham, another Selina. A place where the Bat would have dealt with the car theft very, very differently, where Eddie's panic attack wouldn't have penetrated armor and kevlar.
But, Bruce reminded himself, he knew this Selina. He knew her.]
The music is very loud. [A mild observation. The edges of his mouth softened.] You cut your hair.