There will be no updates until Sunday night. I'm going for a seminar.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em (sadly).
From Rachel's POV. Both are... in their teens.
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Fear
I hold it out to him but he jerks back, as though I've just pulled a gun on him.
"It's just a bat, Bruce."
"Take it away, Rachel. Let it go."
"It's nothing to be afraid of. Just try and touch it. It's like a mouse. With wings."
His hands clench and unclench convulsively, and for one moment I'm not sure if he's going to reach out for it or if he's going to hit me.
"No."
Alfred says that it's not really the bat that he's afraid of but his own guilt. The bat just reminds him of it.
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