Who: Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain
When: ... now. ish.
Where: sooomewhere presently without much foot traffic.
Summary: The Talk. (not that one.)
Rating: probably no more than PG.
Warnings: none come to mind.
Days into his stay, and he's still no closer to getting out. ("Days", anyway - if it's a hallucination, there's no telling how warped the minutes become as they tick by.) It's frustrating. While he works well - perhaps better - under pressure, what lies here is a dull nothingness, courting anxiety but never fully letting it materialize. He has a hundred ideas that are only half-possible and none of them are adding up to a whole, and after a while, it becomes clearer and clearer that he is no longer working towards any particular goal, but working at avoidance.
He is, at least, very good at avoidance.
Bruce knows that it is easier to pretend like he didn't see the wounded-guilty look in her eyes, and that, ultimately, is why he can't let it go. It's annoying to be stuck somewhere without an outside, but he manages to find a quiet corner of the garden, and waits.