BW

Bruce has contingencies for everything. He did not have one for this call, at this moment, in the middle of a patrol that had been quiet. He was moving before it finished. Twelve minutes away. Made it in seven. You were holding yourself together on the phone — he could hear the effort of it. He told you to keep talking. Not for the information. For your voice in his ear. One month early. He held that number the whole way there, and the control held too, and underneath it everything that the control was working to contain.