[ He expects resistance. Because that is what experience taught him. They would always try to escape his grasp and they would pay for it. Broken limbs and fingers and toes. A sharp bite from the fins on his arms. It kept them in line, helped him dig out the information he needed. It made them afraid.
Crane isn't afraid. And as irritating as that would have been if it were anyone else, it is mostly a curious thing when it comes to this guy.
He's limp in Bruce's hands so it's his own strength holding him upright though Bruce is of a mind to let the other man greet the concrete under their feet face first. Around them, the fire is starting to spread. Bruce didn't have much time before the smoke would become overpowering.
He catches Crane's movement in his peripheral, the detonator but he knows better than to look. It's meant to distract him and Crane would talk or Bruce would squeeze the answers out of him. ]
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[ The rest withers, as Bruce inhales the gas unexpectedly. He coughs, shoves Crane away for distance. He coughs again and wheezes as he tries to clear it from his lungs. But it clings, clouds up his lungs and his vision. Retreat is always a last resort. Only if the situation was untenable. Only if he needed the space and the distance to regroup and find a new angle to attack from.
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Crane isn't afraid. And as irritating as that would have been if it were anyone else, it is mostly a curious thing when it comes to this guy.
He's limp in Bruce's hands so it's his own strength holding him upright though Bruce is of a mind to let the other man greet the concrete under their feet face first. Around them, the fire is starting to spread. Bruce didn't have much time before the smoke would become overpowering.
He catches Crane's movement in his peripheral, the detonator but he knows better than to look. It's meant to distract him and Crane would talk or Bruce would squeeze the answers out of him. ]
You-
[ The rest withers, as Bruce inhales the gas unexpectedly. He coughs, shoves Crane away for distance. He coughs again and wheezes as he tries to clear it from his lungs. But it clings, clouds up his lungs and his vision. Retreat is always a last resort. Only if the situation was untenable. Only if he needed the space and the distance to regroup and find a new angle to attack from.
Tonight, the Batman would retreat. ]