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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: it's the eye of the tiger.
When: after this network post!
Where: the dojo
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed.

accompanying log for sparring training.

Comments

[ghettobatman]

[It sure does. Matt doesn't have reason to suspect he's lying about his name -- but nothing odd flags, and his own handshake isn't as firm.]

[And he's more interested in getting to the point than small talking. That's refreshing]

Likewise, Alan. Do you think you could give me a tour?

[He's not reaching out for Alan's arm, but if the other man wanted to literally guide him, he wouldn't say no.]

[beknight]

Sure. This way.

[ Matt doesn't reach for his arm, but Bruce reaches out to him to turn him in the right direction. The press of his hand — while gentle — is precise. He drops it as quickly as he extended it, walks just ahead of Matt.]

Watch your step.

[ghettobatman]

[Matt takes the guidance gratefully, walking slowly, even with Bruce's hand directing him, then follows the sound of his footsteps and his voice]

Thank you.

I'm glad a place like this exists. It's... familiar. [unlike most other things around]

[beknight]

[ He keeps pace with Matt. ]

Where did you train at home?

[ghettobatman]

[He takes his time, even with guidance]

Train's a strong word. [No, it isn't] But there was a little boxing ring near my home. I'd go there to blow off steam, once in a while.

[beknight]

[ Once in a while, with this physique. Hm. ]

Anyone in your family box?

[ghettobatman]

[don't call him out like this, Batman!!]

[Matt seems surprised, though]

Yeah-- my dad. How'd you know?

[beknight]

[ It usually runs in the family. A detective would know. ]

My father taught me. We weren't the only ones at the gym.

[ Ted wasn't a father, but for Alan Foster, close enough. That old man was a fighter. Still is. ]