Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[Time wasn't a luxury Bruce had, not when he'd already lost so much as Ra's prisoner, restrained and held deep, deep down to watch his city fall apart. Yes, his city; all that time spent away had helped despite the repercussions. Now that he was free, a trail of League assassins left in his wake, his anger was free to flourish and he directed it entirely at Ra's. He wouldn't break this city. He wouldn't break him. They would fight back, and they would win. He'd seen the executions, watched as men and women begged for their lives and were murdered mercilessly to make a point.
He wouldn't let them die in vain.
No, time was not a luxury he had, but he fashioned some for himself. Five, maybe ten minutes, just to see Selina before duty took over. He was worried about her, and he did feel guilty about how he'd left her, a note and nothing more, before getting himself captured by that coward. Drugging him, hiding, letting his assassins do his dirty work; whatever respect Bruce might have once had for Ra's Al Ghul no longer existed.
Luckily he wasn't injured, just sore from the restraints and a little groggy from the drugs used to keep him in check. He'd gone back to the Cave to change, to put on the Batsuit and cowl that a part of him knew he'd always return to. He hadn't been sure, before, but it felt right. That was good enough for him. Out, then, into the night, and after days and days of being locked up it was sweet to be free, to be able to move; his body sang with it, soreness and fuzziness overpowered by adrenaline. Blood pumping through his veins, muscles being put to use, it all gave him a sense of purpose. He was ready to fight.
Minutes, fifteen or twenty, after their conversation, and he spotted her. He'd stopped a few times but was quick when he did, and he dropped down on the roof above before climbing down to where she was crouched. This close, Bruce could tell she was too pale, and his gaze caught the holes in her suit as it moved over her.] You're supposed to be resting.