Re: Chinatown - Bruce/Selina
[He merely grunted when she said that he'd be stupid to tell her no. It was likely agreement; the Bat as not as prideful as some seemed to believe he was. She was a good fighter, skilled, he knew that, and despite their complications they respected one another enough to work together. Work together well, in fact. Back to back with all sides covered was much more efficient. As for him being in a bad mood, well, expanding upon that would take time neither of them had, and require words he really didn't feel like saying.] I'm not in any mood. [Flat and unemotional, giving nothing away. He withdrew the sword, now bloodstained, and continued without missing a beat, smashing his elbow into the nearest alien face.
Here and now it was easy to adapt. Easy, whereas it was so, so hard to acclimate himself to Gotham. But for these moments, for as long as he was here and not there, he could forget. This wasn't living, no, but it was adrenaline pumping and it felt good and that was enough for now. He barely blinked when she used his shoulders to vault herself up, and he didn't expect her to apologize for it.]
I offered. Stark accepted. [Short and clipped, requiring little energy, energy better spent fighting. He thought of telling her that he was meant to track Loki, to watch without being seen, but he said nothing. When he caught sight of the family he nodded, more than willing to clear a path. It wasn't about blowing off steam, really-- it was much more complicated than that. But this? Dodging and weaving, three on one, fists and the sharp edge of a blade and blood spilled; it wasn't complicated at all.]