"You'll be fine," because of course he heard it anyway, and of course he's just going to make that assertion despite the complete lunacy of the situation, "Just brace your neck."

So it doesn't, you know, snap and kill or paralyze him immediately on impact. On impact on the dark, foreboding, fog-creature filled sea water so far down below them that it can't even be seen, the starlight is so sparse. He picks his way rapidly over the uneven ground, mapping the way in his head - he's pretty sure he's got it. Sure enough.

If he's not, well. Hopefully Logan makes it out.

"Don't go too far in either direction." A warning. Bruce reaches behind him to make sure his sword is secure, just as a shout from their backs is sounded.

And then he leaps off the edge.