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.
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i'm doing down now | i'd like to take you with me )
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Her body trembles slightly as she waits for Bruce to speak the first words. Her father would never have stood for such a show of weakness--and neither would Bruce, probably--but she's scared. Facing Lady Shiva is one thing. She's not family, even if she's Cass's mother. Telling the man who took her in and gave her a family that she broke his one rule is totally different.
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"Not much to do here," he murmurs, and extends one arm, not to reach out to her but to gracefully settle into a starting position: tai chi. Something fluid, movement and artistic without the necessity of hitting the opponent. Come on, Cassandra - relax, move for a moment, breathe.
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She assumes a similar tai chi stance, though there's something subtly off--it's rougher and more unrefined that Bruce's, even thought it should be perfect. And when she makes her first move, swinging an arm toward him, it's wrong: too slow, and too stiff. She speaks through her technique: I've done something wrong.
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I know, he speaks through solidity. He can read her this way because she wants him to, but he won't hear her voice until she's found her center.
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