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Once they’re all unconscious or at least moaning and writing in pain, she hurries to Bruce’s side, hands coming to his jaw, holding his head up. This close, she can see that his pupils are dilated, skin pale under his cowl.“Talia?” He murmurs, sinking forward as much as he can. “I knew you’d come.”“Of course I did,” she replies, mimicking his quiet tone. “Let me get you untied, darling.”“Hnnn.”He doesn’t protest her letting him go, and directs her to a knife he has in his utility belt, which the goons apparently didn’t have the wherewithal to confiscate. He pulls on his restraints, giving her more room to cut them, and once they’re off, he makes an uncharacteristic happy noise.“I knew you’d come,” he says again, standing unsteadily. Talia reaches out, grabbing hold of his arms. He leans in, kissing her soundly. It’s a nice kiss, but nothing like their usual intense, post-battle, I’ll-miss-you ones. It’s…chaste. “Bruce,” she says, allowing some urgency to show through her tone. He always responds to her urgency. “What did they drug you with?”