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[ Using Bruce's momentum to his own advantage. Smart. Exactly the kind of ingenuity he's come to expect out of Damian. Find the advantage, take it, use it to put yourself in the better position. Bruce, however still had the upper hand, even as Damian sails past him with ease. The bright colors make him easy to track, and he shadows his son's path across the city. Falling and grappling and swinging between buildings with practiced precision.

His body still moves like he's aged ten years in reverse and when he lands on that injured knee it doesn't twinge at all. He could take that running leap without hesitation. But as he's falling, the thought returns - a flicker of unease about the treatment that's made it possible. A suspicion that digs a little deeper each night. He has no way of examining this closer. No Clark to confide in. No Alfred to ask those probing questions where Bruce might refuse to. He's alone in this, well and truly.

Damian is searching and Bruce already knows where to go. Bruce makes sure he's seen before melting into the shadows between the buildings.

The safehouse is tucked away on the topmost floor of a squat building between Big Belly Burger and the Daily Planet. If Damian's paying attention, he might catch the dark blur slip through a window - the wrong window of the wrong building. Bruce isn't giving the game up. Not yet. ]