[Bruce is only as equipped as he needs to be. His own cleaning uniform would be distracting (so very unlike anything he's ever worn in Gotham) if not for how overwhelming his focus is manifesting itself to be. His grappling gun hangs at his hip, and when he cranes his neck up at the building looming above him, he doesn't feel particularly apprehensive. How many times has he careened upwards towards the roof of a building, of a skyscraper? This was old hat.
He's busy going over the plan in his head for the nth time tonight, though Rey's voice in his head makes him glance over at her, then to Sam as well.]
(Ready.)
[Old hat or not, Sam's way of getting to the top was going to be stealthier and faster. He'd be the first to admit that much.]
take bruce and rey with you, birb sam
He's busy going over the plan in his head for the nth time tonight, though Rey's voice in his head makes him glance over at her, then to Sam as well.]
(Ready.)
[Old hat or not, Sam's way of getting to the top was going to be stealthier and faster. He'd be the first to admit that much.]