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"What do you think?" Morin countered. "How about this-you don't have to say anything. Let me guess. If I guess correctly..."
"You'll let me go?" Selina's eyes lit up.
"I'll invite you to be my dance partner for the night."
"...Are you serious?" Selina was speechless. "What if you guess wrong?"
"Then I'll keep guessing until I'm right."
Selina: "???"
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"And this is...?"
When Bruce saw Morin again, there was a woman beside him.
"Selina," Morin said. "My dance partner."
Selina forced a smile and nodded.
She didn't want to be his dance partner.
She just didn't have a choice.
It was either get arrested and sent to jail, or be his dance partner and walk free-for now.
That was when Selina finally realized something.
He was a cop.
Damn it. He was a cop.
As a diamond and jewelry thief, Selina had a natural fear of the police. She was used to outsmarting them.
Morin shattered that illusion.
He was a police officer, and he knew her name.
Knowing her name meant knowing her identity.
And everything she'd ever done.
She didn't want prison.
So even though the terms were completely unfair, she accepted them.
When you're cornered, you listen.
So she became Morin's dance partner.
"Hello," Bruce said. "I'm Bruce Wayne. This is Rachel Dawes."
Morin had never mentioned a partner.
Now he had one.
Bruce didn't believe Morin would pick someone at random.
Which meant she was special.
Or suspicious.
Or maybe-
Is she from the same place as him?
Bruce's thoughts raced.
Then someone cut in.
"Bruce, you must meet this gentleman," a socialite said eagerly.
Bruce already felt tired.
Another introduction. Another pitch. Another attempt at investment.
Most people here weren't true socialites. They were hopefuls.
To Bruce, it was pocket change.
To them, it was everything.
Because of his status, he couldn't refuse outright.
Even if he did, they'd just come back later.
That was wealth.
"No, really," the socialite insisted. "His name was... let me see... Ra's... al Ghul?"
The pronunciation was awkward.
Bruce stiffened.
He glanced at Morin.
Morin gave a subtle nod.
So this was it.
Bruce followed the socialite.
The main character had arrived.
As for countermeasures-
Bruce trusted himself.
And Morin was here.
"When Ra's al Ghul was mentioned," Morin said casually, not moving, "your heart rate increased. Breathing too."
He looked at Selina.
Her smile had frozen.
"So he's the one who hired you?"
"No," Selina shook her head. "I only know who he really is. And what stands behind him."
"The gas attack," Morin said. "That's their work, isn't it?"
"...Yes."
"Congratulations," Morin said. "You guessed correctly."
"No reward, though."
He started walking, gently pulling Selina along.
"Want me to tell you what to do later?"
"I don't want to talk," Selina said stiffly.
"Good," Morin replied. "Then don't."
"Just watch."
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"You're not Ra's al Ghul," Bruce said, frowning at the man before him.
"I killed Ra's al Ghul."
"Or," a voice said from behind him, "the one you killed was a decoy."
Bruce froze.
He turned.
The voice-
Too familiar.
For a moment, he couldn't believe it.
Morin?
How?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Morin asked.
They stared at each other.
Then Morin pointed past him.
"I was just giving you a heads-up."
Bruce: "..."
You almost gave me a heart attack.
Bruce exhaled and looked properly this time.
The face was familiar.
Henri Ducard.
His former master.
The true leader of the League of Assassins.
The Ra's al Ghul he killed had only been a stand-in.
Ducard, meanwhile, felt something rare.
Frustration.
He had planned a dramatic reveal.
One sentence.
Shock.
Control.
Instead, someone else had said it first.
And then pointed him out.
The timing was ruined.
"Surprised?" Ducard asked calmly.
Calm was easy for him.
"In other words," Morin added, "you didn't see this coming?"
Ducard's expression stiffened for a fraction of a second.
"I checked your file," Ducard said coldly, looking at Morin. "You're just a police officer with some martial training."
"Leave," he said. "Don't interfere."
"I'm not interfering," Morin said, shrugging. "You're right. Continue."
"I'm just watching."
Selina clung to his arm, forcing her face to stay neutral.
If she weren't afraid of drawing attention, she'd already be gone.
This was too much.
"So you're Ra's al Ghul," Bruce said, turning back. He'd already adapted to Morin's interruptions.
"I saved you."
"That was your mistake," Ducard said evenly. "Compassion."
"You shouldn't have."
"But you did."
"And now I'm here."
"What do you want?"
"To destroy Gotham."
"Why?"
"For thousands of years, the League has erased corruption."
"We destroyed Rome."
"Brought plagues."
"Burned London."
"Now, Gotham."
"Gotham isn't beyond saving."
"I see no hope here."
"I do," Bruce said. "Morin. Alfred. Fox."
"We are that hope."
"Naive," Ducard said. "You think punishing small gangs is enough to-"