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A STORM HAD STARTED.Β Β it provided a steady rhythm for the pair; rain pattering consistently against the window, thunder shuddering worn buildings, and lightning ββ illuminating the darkened gotham sky.Β Β her gaze finds them.
dianaβs in uniform.Β Β her dark hair pressed against exposed olive skin.Β water rolls off her, and concern is now evident in her intense gaze.Β Β β are you alright? βΒ Β she questions.Β hand lifts to their shoulder, trying to reassure them β sheβs there.Β Β *
Bruce has been doing this long enough that even the smallest disrupt in the city was felt in his bones. The slightest upset had the detective taking any and all precautions to keep the city safe; that included, but was not limited to sending a majority of the League out on patrol for the night.Β
The soft voice from beside him just barely breaks his concentration, a slight sigh leaving his nostrils.Β βYeah,β itβs said faintly as he tries to reassess. The entire night theyβd been out, not a single thing warranting any action arose. Usually Bruceβs instincts were spot on, so if anything the detective felt as though heβd been thrown for a loop. A few silent beats pass as he tries to focus in on the comms in his cowl, listening for Barbara or anyone to inform him or danger from the other end. His hand lifts to place over her own momentarily before heβs stepping out of her grip, hues trying to make out the city below them despite the falling rain.Β βI think itβs time to call off the dogs." Bruce doesnβt feel any pressure to give context to his words, knowing that after years of working alongside him, the Amazon understood him better than most.Β
