take your hatred out on me

[obscuronoctis]

He should probably be doing this in something better than jeans and a black button-up shirt, but-- oh well. Maybe he can rationalize it as training. If he can do this in sneakers, etc etc, and so on. Or maybe Alfred is right across the board, and there's something about the thrill of doing completely insane thing that gets him off and keeps him

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[errantknights]

Dashing about at great heights is something Martel doesn't really do often - he has less need for it now than he ever has in the past - but every now and again he finds himself presented with an opportunity, knows himself capable, and does something purely for the hell of it. That said, he knows his own limitations and that this is not a skill he's honed beyond the necessary (for a fascinating value of 'necessary'), so it's safe to say he's the more cautious of the two.

When he notices that there is someone else up here - and that he recognizes that someone else - he's sitting, actually, balanced on a steel beam as if he hasn't a care in the world.

"I suppose accounting would leave you with a need for a little more excitement in your life," he drawls, instead of a greeting, and with the vague undertone that he never really bought that 'accountant' thing, anyway.

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce isn't surprised to find company up here - the fact that he isn't probably doesn't shock Martel, either. He senses somebody nearby before he hears him, and if there is any surprise, it's that Martel isn't Richard.

Then again - there's only so many people who can sneak up on him. Henri was one of--

That's enough.

"Everyone needs a hobby."

[errantknights]

Enough to go on with. Martel, for his part, is watching him the same way he did in the bar - thoughtfully, quietly, analytical but unchallenging. He's a little amused, too, but it's veiled and blessedly not condescending. (You're not always that lucky with this one, but nobody said he was nice.)

"All work and no play," he agrees, with the sort of mock piety that only comes out of a god-fearing upbringing. "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

[obscuronoctis]

"Not at all."

Sooo, neither of you are going to say what's up and ask what's going on, here? ... Okay, fine. Bruce straightens up halfway to navigate a coil that's growing under his feet, sliding back a bit, as easy as if he was on a solid surface. He watches it for a moment, intrigued by the living metal.