[Older him should be glad this is an exchange - or at least that he knows when it'll be safe to come back. Because Bruce instantly understands why he chose this time point to pull him from, and for all he can' fault the logic and has to acknowledge that he would (will) be that ruthless, especially to himself-
He is instantly pissed off about it. Not that it (much) shows. He pushes himself up to his feet.
Talk about having bells rung]
I'm going to need equipment - and something to obscure my face. [There's already a Batman here.] Is Robin still alive?
His old utility belt is still stocked. There's some newer stuff I've been using. Should be enough to split between us.
[He's not entirely happy about this turn of events. He was gonna have to talk to Bruce about all this again. But he is also admittedly curious what it's going to be like to be in the field with him like this. He'd gotten a taste of it in New Cuba. But it was short lived. ]
Tim Drake? Yeah. He's still alive. He's the Joker. You wanna be Nightwing? [ Said casually, as if he hadn't just said something incredibly morbid. ]
[ He has started to look at the cave to figure out what he could pull together. Then Terry opens his mouth, says that and he turns slowly back to face him. There is absolutely no expression on his face. The kind of... absence that is notable, and means a hell of a lot is going on behind a mask more metaphorical than his usual preference.]
No.
[To Nightwing. His voice fits his 'expression'.]
Nothing with an insignia or emblem. No color. Nothing with any history, striking or memorable. I'll pull a mask of some sort together. Don't worry about capabilities or armor - just find me black that will fit and I can move in. I will need a cape and gloves.
[ It's an expression he's used to so it doesn't phase or unsettle him. Old Bruce only had 3 and one of them was just as blank. And it doesn't compel him to elaborate on what he means. Instead, he'll busy himself with the costume. It's simple enough to pull together from the menagerie of items that's been squirreled away from Terry's tenure as well as Bruce's.
The last thing he gets is the cape and gloves, taking them from the display holding the most in tact version of Bruce's costume. Terry lays them out neat alongside some of the weapons he uses to restock his own belt. ]
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He is instantly pissed off about it. Not that it (much) shows. He pushes himself up to his feet.
Talk about having bells rung]
I'm going to need equipment - and something to obscure my face. [There's already a Batman here.] Is Robin still alive?
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[He's not entirely happy about this turn of events. He was gonna have to talk to Bruce about all this again. But he is also admittedly curious what it's going to be like to be in the field with him like this. He'd gotten a taste of it in New Cuba. But it was short lived. ]
Tim Drake? Yeah. He's still alive. He's the Joker. You wanna be Nightwing? [ Said casually, as if he hadn't just said something incredibly morbid. ]
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No.
[To Nightwing. His voice fits his 'expression'.]
Nothing with an insignia or emblem. No color. Nothing with any history, striking or memorable. I'll pull a mask of some sort together. Don't worry about capabilities or armor - just find me black that will fit and I can move in. I will need a cape and gloves.
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The last thing he gets is the cape and gloves, taking them from the display holding the most in tact version of Bruce's costume. Terry lays them out neat alongside some of the weapons he uses to restock his own belt. ]
That should be everything, Boss.