His brows furrow when she laughs.
Ra's Al Ghul. Batman. Superman.
No one in his world took disagreement well.
His frown deepens. How was he meant to explain that?
"It's.. nothing, mother. Just thinking, about fathers."
He glances off to the skyline. It was quiet, too quiet, he stands, his body angled away from his brother; his gaze looked almost solemn.
"How much did you see?"
( He shifts, glancing to the entrance. When he spoke again, his voice was lowered. ) Was there ever a time where, you disagreed with grandfather?
He clicks his tongue, glancing briefly to the city below. He breathes in, letting his wrist go and turning towards his brother. "Thinking."
He moves, drops to where his brother stands. "What are you doing out here?"
Rooftop.
He stands near the edge, hand wrapped around his wrist. His thumb presses against his pulse point, counting.
Too fast.
He inhales, sharp at first, but corrects it; slowing it down.
Again.
Inhale.
Exhale.
His grip tightens slightly when his heartbeat stutters.
"No..."
He whispers under his breath.
He adjusts his stance, feet grounded and shoulders squared; his breathing evens out by force before it does by instinct.
A shift in the atmosphere. Someone was there.
"You know," he says, voice steady now, controlled.
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it does me no good; violence has changed me. my body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.








