[This is the story of how he leans down and kisses her forehead, and then heads out for the night.
Bruce is generally gone from ten until six in the morning - sometimes shorter or longer depending - and this time he stumbles in at four. His injury tally is somewhat higher than he appreciates it being - two broken ribs, numerous contusions, a light concussion and a knife wound that bit through his kevlar and etched a line across one shoulder.
But, true to his word, he stops in front of the couch.]
Karrin.
[Just her name, pitch-perfect to draw her from her dreams.]
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[This is the story of how he leans down and kisses her forehead, and then heads out for the night.
Bruce is generally gone from ten until six in the morning - sometimes shorter or longer depending - and this time he stumbles in at four. His injury tally is somewhat higher than he appreciates it being - two broken ribs, numerous contusions, a light concussion and a knife wound that bit through his kevlar and etched a line across one shoulder.
But, true to his word, he stops in front of the couch.]
Karrin.
[Just her name, pitch-perfect to draw her from her dreams.]