[ With a very large crabman trundling over, Dent's quick to flick his cigarette butt over the side of the barge; it's ember twinkles just a bit, before it vanishes among the pulsating, muted colors of the 'night'. ]
[ Harvey doesn't notice. He's already on the move, snagging his bundle and letting the cloth fall away; two rods, metal. Traditional yantok are made from rattan, if they're for sparring; these are the Bat's, and there is no way the rattan would hold up under the use that people like Barbara or Dick put them through. ]
[ They feel right, in the moment, in Harvey's big hands. He buys himself some space with sharp flicks, cutting the air with the tips. ]
At least ask me to dance nicely, Captain. God knows we need it much as you do.
[spam]
[ Harvey doesn't notice. He's already on the move, snagging his bundle and letting the cloth fall away; two rods, metal. Traditional yantok are made from rattan, if they're for sparring; these are the Bat's, and there is no way the rattan would hold up under the use that people like Barbara or Dick put them through. ]
[ They feel right, in the moment, in Harvey's big hands. He buys himself some space with sharp flicks, cutting the air with the tips. ]
At least ask me to dance nicely, Captain. God knows we need it much as you do.