A secluded area on the beach, Friday evening

[willbethenight]

Friday. Beach. Training. It was on Bruce's schedule as a weekly event, even if it had only really happened once a couple weeks ago. He wasn't sure whether or not Jean would show - they hadn't actually talked since that weekend when they weren't exactly themselves - but he was going to be here anyway. If nothing else, he was at least going to get

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[ihavenocodename]

Jean was going to show goddamn it. Because she was totally mature and not at all weirded out that Bruce was some strange man in a bat mask.

She couldn't judge considering her costume featured a triangle pointing at her who-ha.

Walking up slowly, Jean paused to watch him be all sweaty and manly practice instead of saying hello like she really ought to.

[willbethenight]

"You made it," Bruce said without turning around. But he wasn't going to be THAT version of him at the moment. He stopped his exercises and turned to face Jean. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

[ihavenocodename]

"Things have been... weird," She replied slowly. "Everything, you know?"

[willbethenight]

"I was a psychotic, perverted detective who treated everyone around me like a pawn in some game," Bruce said. That wasn't who he was. He wasn't a pervert and he was barely psychotic. "I'm sorry about how that whole night went."