Bruce holds her hands, the both of them capable of such violence and the both of them feeling so fine-boned and mortal. She fought her way back, and is making sure it can never happen again. It's how a person gets back up after being thrown down that matters - a vital part of why Bruce can't reconcile with Jason. He'd begun the walk to his death with hope, but here ... it's been shattered. Cassandra and her dogged hope are a comfort.

"I'm not that man," he says quietly. He'd pushed them all away. If his Cassandra has to go through this with David Cain, she'll do it without Bruce to look over her shoulder. He doesn't know her as well, and he hasn't made those steps forward with her; his relative gentleness now is one born of being so shattered on his own. "Anything you need of me here, is yours."