[ The truth is that Bruce doesn't have the practice. Fighting thugs and ninjas is one thing, and he's learned a great deal from that, but he hasn't spent the greater part of a decade training Robins or 'fighting' with Selena Kyle. He isn't the same man, and while he inherently knows that she can break out of his grip, it's different when she actually does it.
But he adapts. As she buckles her knees to spring, Bruce's shoulders drop toward the ground, exceeding her downward velocity, allowing her no resisting surface from which to power her leap. Even though his momentum carries them both forward at the same speed, he knows she won't be in his way when he twists aside in his roll, coming up in a low crouch to see what she tries next.
Crumbled cartilage screams for mercy, but Bruce doesn't flinch. She expects more from him, and something, some pride in what he does, drives him to try to meet that expectation, no matter the odds.
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But he adapts. As she buckles her knees to spring, Bruce's shoulders drop toward the ground, exceeding her downward velocity, allowing her no resisting surface from which to power her leap. Even though his momentum carries them both forward at the same speed, he knows she won't be in his way when he twists aside in his roll, coming up in a low crouch to see what she tries next.
Crumbled cartilage screams for mercy, but Bruce doesn't flinch. She expects more from him, and something, some pride in what he does, drives him to try to meet that expectation, no matter the odds.