Ra's al Ghul ordered someone to take Ririko to the training room.
The hard-of-hearing old man led Ririko down a corridor narrower than the last and pushed open a heavy wooden door, its hinges creaking.
Ririko stood in the doorway and surveyed the training room before her-
The walls were bare stone brick, and the floor was polished stone. A wooden bucket sat in the corner, half full of clean water, with a wooden dipper floating on the surface.
Other than that, there was nothing.
No padding, no first-aid supplies, no little snacks prepared by Alfred.
Standing in this nearly empty room, she glanced at the bucket of "drinking" water and already wanted to turn around and run.
Bruce had arrived before her. He had changed into a long-sleeved linen shirt and trousers, with the fabric cinched at his waist and legs with hemp cord, making him look neat and ready for action.
He stood in the center of the training room, loosening his wrists and shoulders. He was already in serious study mode, eager to learn some impressive techniques as soon as possible.
When he saw Ririko come in, his gaze lingered on her for a moment, and the tips of his ears flushed again.
[Current infatuation value: 55/100]
Thanks to what had happened last night, Bruce's infatuation value had risen considerably.
Ririko silently moved ten steps to the side, putting a safe distance between them.
Bruce noticed her retreat and figured she probably didn't want to reveal too much about their intimate relationship. He thought nothing more of it and turned his attention back to Ra's al Ghul.
Ra's al Ghul stood in the center of the training room, his hands clasped behind his back, his bearing dignified and composed.
He kept reminding himself: *I must