i feel the empty | i feel the minute of decay

Dec 03, 2009 17:58

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.

i'm doing down now | i'd like to take you with me )

bruce wayne, cassandra cain

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batghoul December 4 2009, 02:33:34 UTC
Her method of appearing would make Bruce proud: one moment, there's nothing but shadows a few yards behind Bruce, and the next, she's standing in them. She's sure that he knows, so she doesn't bother announcing her arrival.

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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therealfear December 4 2009, 03:05:27 UTC
And it does - not the swell of pride parents feel at a child's accomplishment, but the subtle acknowledgment of, yes, she is still who she is, she will always be (no matter what, no matter who tries to turn her). He waits for a moment, and then steps back and half turns, meeting her eyes with something open and calm.

"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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batghoul December 4 2009, 03:15:59 UTC
A hint of a smile flashes across her face for just a second. Of course this is how he'd want to talk. It's always been how they worked out their differences.

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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therealfear December 4 2009, 03:26:42 UTC
He blocks and moves, brushing her with solid-light-quick fingertips as he goes, adjusting her stance in a heartbeat. He doesn't need to teach her, not about this, but it's clear encouragement to let go of her anxiety.

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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