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"Let's start with something small. Something that keeps him close to the sound of my voice. Get on your hands and knees," said al Ghul, and Clark felt his body shift and lower. "Very nice," al Ghul said as if admiring a work of art. "Stay there."

You know what was initially running through my mind at this line.

There was a slight pressure on Clark's back and he heard laughter ripple around the cavern. "May you one day use the world as your footstool as well, Lord," said Ubu.

At least you didn't end the scene with us still hanging.

Clark's motions were in rhythm with Bruce's heartbeat, like a dancer moving to a drumbeat only he could hear.

That was a great image. That Bruce is so in tune with his own body that he can keep track of his heartbeat during combat and recognize what Clark was doing. Just beautiful.

As Bruce lunged forward, he merely stepped back, saying "Au revoir," and fell without further sound into the silent depths.

And once again we do not know if Ra's is alive or dead. He makes a habit of that. But at least Bruce had his priorities straight as he immediately went back to Clark.

Lovely. And finally, a chapter in this fic without a cliffhanger!