Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
Reaching out wasn't something Bruce was prepared to do. The only reason he was eating was because Alfred was too stubborn to let him stay locked up, and he kept checking to make sure he wasn't starving himself. Had he cared for introspection, he would have realized that, when trauma hit him hard, he needed to be pushed. But for now, he was content to stare out into the darkness and try to quiet his mind. Thoughts of death and dying, memories lined up in a row, crowded his thoughts but he pushed them back, focused on building a wall with which he could protect himself.
He wasn't actually looking at anything, as a result. But the grounds should have been empty, and instinct was ingrained too deeply within him for him to miss something out of place. The movement caught his eye, briefly, and at first he simply thought it was a trick of the moonlight, glass, and tried to blink it away. But then there was more movement, a shadow that was too solid to actually be a shadow, and he frowned.
Too small to be a person. An animal, maybe? He opened the window for a better look.