Progress
Painstaking effort is spent crawling, climbing, and repelling through the cave. Three pairs of eyes and five hours later, the cave is declared secure. No unexpected visitors this night nor on any other. With this task complete, they're free to move to more pressing concerns.
Bruce lets out a sigh and glances over at Tim and Dick. They're dirty, dusty, tired, scrapped, bleeding... A sorry sight. He doesn't look much better himself. The t-shirt he's thrown over Alfred's handwork is drenched in sweat. His ribs are screaming for relief. He sweeps a forearm across his face.
Above the subterranean cavern, the early morning sun is rising above the horizon.
"Get some sleep," he finally orders. It's as much for himself as it is for the boys. "Tomorrow we start the real work."
Bruce lets out a sigh and glances over at Tim and Dick. They're dirty, dusty, tired, scrapped, bleeding... A sorry sight. He doesn't look much better himself. The t-shirt he's thrown over Alfred's handwork is drenched in sweat. His ribs are screaming for relief. He sweeps a forearm across his face.
Above the subterranean cavern, the early morning sun is rising above the horizon.
"Get some sleep," he finally orders. It's as much for himself as it is for the boys. "Tomorrow we start the real work."