Punch to the jaw- broken tooth and instant knockout. Low kick to the knees- one knee broken and the other popped out of place. A grab to the wrist with the arm twisted outwards- wrist twisted, forearm broken, then the shoulder dislocated.
Dad is in a good mood. Cassandra thought happily, observing Batman's violence with scrutiny, appreciating the lightness of his movements and power in his hands. She was glad to see that his soulless days had not affected him physically. If anything, he seemed invigorated. The usual stiffness that came after patrol, from years and years of being rough on his body and well since it was years and years…had gone, replaced with a smoothness that suggested a younger body if Cassandra didn't know better.
"Black Bat." Batman murmured as he joined her on the rooftop, his body conveyed greeting and the soft tick in his cheek gave away the smile he hid, "you could have joined me down there." He said sternly, though Cassandra knew his amusement.
"Happy watching, you win." She said with a smile, patting his arm.
He let out a 'humph', his version of a chuckle, "I see."
"In good mood. Why?" She asked, curious.
"Me?" Cass nodded, "Oh. It feels good to move I suppose." He answered, surprising that she had gotten it out of him so easily and honestly, though that had always been what she was best at. "And you, baby girl?" His voice was soft, it barely traveled, just enough to her ear. There's something strange about words, how they can be something so meaningful just because its said by one person, said in one way, meant love without having to say 'love', meant even more than just that one word.
She beamed, leaning close to her dad, "Because you're back."