( the darkness around them shines as much as darkness can. jason speaks, and bruce looks over slowly. i don't know who artemis is very clearly written on his face before he's looking back ahead of him. into the darkness that surrounds them.
a darkness that suddenly breaks in front of them and they hit the ground hard as if having come off a ramp β bumpy landing to say the least.
where they are is dark, the engine purring around them being the only sort of sound that can be heard before it's cut off and bruce, struggling some, pops open the door of the batmobile, getting himself out with a breath that bleeds into a groan before he's shutting the door behind him.
lights flicker on then β sensors, likely, and it reveals an underground train station that's slowly but surely being remodeled into a sort of batcave; what bruce has clearly been doing in his spare time and why bruce wayne or brucie doesn't come out often.
the cowl comes off, dropped to a table, as he goes.
two bullet trains sit there around them, the engines popped with repairs clearly being done to them. tables with a couple computer screens on them, bruce's own laptop running whatever code it is β downloading or decrypting something it looks like. a bike, scattered equipment, other tables with so much stuff on them. he's been setting this up on his own looks like. having to start all over again. one screen in particular seems to be a security system with cameras linked to it. but it's over to the freestanding cabinet that he goes, pulling the doors open where a stash of medical supplies line the shelves. bruce going through them and taking what he needs. not for him. but for jason. )
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a darkness that suddenly breaks in front of them and they hit the ground hard as if having come off a ramp β bumpy landing to say the least.
where they are is dark, the engine purring around them being the only sort of sound that can be heard before it's cut off and bruce, struggling some, pops open the door of the batmobile, getting himself out with a breath that bleeds into a groan before he's shutting the door behind him.
lights flicker on then β sensors, likely, and it reveals an underground train station that's slowly but surely being remodeled into a sort of batcave; what bruce has clearly been doing in his spare time and why bruce wayne or brucie doesn't come out often.
the cowl comes off, dropped to a table, as he goes.
two bullet trains sit there around them, the engines popped with repairs clearly being done to them. tables with a couple computer screens on them, bruce's own laptop running whatever code it is β downloading or decrypting something it looks like. a bike, scattered equipment, other tables with so much stuff on them. he's been setting this up on his own looks like. having to start all over again. one screen in particular seems to be a security system with cameras linked to it. but it's over to the freestanding cabinet that he goes, pulling the doors open where a stash of medical supplies line the shelves. bruce going through them and taking what he needs. not for him. but for jason. )