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WHO: Bruce Wayne, Persephone, JL members
WHERE: Hall of Justice, De Chima
WHEN: Forward dated to March 20th
WHAT: Bruce wakes up from his coma, forward dated because I'm bored
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary

[It's quiet. His EKG monitor beeps softly beside him in the Hall's sterile clinic. Bruce opens his eyes slowly moments later, the room's lights at a dim giving relief to his eyes as they blurrily adjust. He glances down at his wrist at the IV taped to the outside of his palm before he rips it out without thinking, the EKG flatlining with a long, steady warning tone as he slowly sits up and reaches for it to turn it off. There's an initial confusion-- the last thing he remembers is... he doesn't. Doesn't even know where he is at first, despite having built the Hall himself.

He shuffles slowly through the hall, scratching at the hair on his face. Since when did he have a beard? How long has it been? He has a lot of questions, and the vast Hall rotunda seems overwhelmingly empty. His mouth is dry. Thirsty. So, he heads towards the kitchen to look for a drink. Maybe he'll find someone there. Maybe he'll manage to find some answers as well.]

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[Cass is in the kitchen--small k kitchen, of course--with a cup of tea, just enjoying the downtime. Then Bruce is there and he's awake.]

Bruce... [Her eyes go wide, and she puts her mug down and quickly hops off the counter.] You're awake? I-- [She isn't sure what to do with her hands, so she holds them up, uncertain, looking him up and down. She's smiling, thrilled even though she's worried.]

You shouldn't be... out of bed yet-- [She didn't know much about medicine, but she knew generally it wasn't a great idea to just wake up from a month-long coma and start walking around.]

Hey, Cass... [He rasps, voice shaky.]

Thirsty. [He just shuffles to the counter and grabs a glass, propping himself up over the sink while he fills his glass from the faucet and drinks deeply.]

What happened?

Uh--what do you remember? [That's...probably the best place to start.]

I don't. [He rubs a hand over his face.] I have a beard. How long has it been?

A month. You really shouldn't be...

[??AAAAA?????

Still though. Hug. It's happening.]

[After nearly a month, he's weaker than he should be. Luckily he's braced against the counter when she surprises him, and he touches her arms around his waist, a hint of a smile hidden.]

Yeah. It's good to see you, too.

Hey--easy, you should...sit down.

[sorry Bruce your daughter is a small bundle of muscle and scar tissue and she's going to help keep you upright. bracing him up even in the hug, and trying to steer him to a chair.]

It, um--hasn't been easy. I had Cisco... make a new suit. Know you probably didn't remember--even before--but...

[moments play back in her head.

"good. now you're ready to be a detective."

"between the two of you, i know you'll succeed. and then you'll be ready." "to take over for you?" "if it comes to that..."

something about how he's moving, carrying himself, feels...off, though. maybe it's just the fatigue, the effects of the coma, still being out of it, but she's really not sure.]

[He scoffs lightly.] I've been in bed for a month, sitting down is the last thing on my mind right now, but...

[He takes a seat, for her.]

Alright. [A pause.] I'm sorry. If I worried you, I mean.

It's, um...okay. Really.

[... okay something is really off. Cass crouches down slightly, watching his face. His eyes. Something about the demeanor is all wrong, and it's still him, but... hm.]

You don't remember what happened. But... what do you remember? In general. The big things. Important things.

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I'm... not sure what you're getting at, Cass.

[He sits back.]

Besides whatever got me here, what else could I have forgotten?

[he doesn't know how much he doesn't know. she doesn't know how far it goes, but she's confident of that much.]

How did we meet?

The uh... orphanage. You were with... other children.

[Kind of true. He met his Cassandra as a part of a youth group he was training. Not that she would know, as that's not true for her anyway. Still, his shaky explanation is more telling than the answer itself. He's filling in the blanks with what he does remember about his life-- the Wayne Foundation.]

[He sighs.] Maybe this is worse than I thought.

[She sighs. Ooooh boy. There's clear uncertainty to that answer, and it's wrong on so many levels for her memory of it, but his was filtered through two memory alterations (or one attack on reality and one case of amnesia? Either way.) She decides to tread carefully. That's... probably not an answer Bruce would have given if he remembered Batman.]

Seems that way. Um, I don't know if you... remember this, but our... memories of home are different.

Right. More memory nonsense on top of the already existing memory nonsense. I remember.

[He's stopped drinking his water, but his hand remains on the glass. He stares at it, brow knit.]

I'm... sure things will start coming back soon enough.

[ She was just dropping in briefly- it's going to be her only chance this week, maybe next too. So brought a classy gift which she was just going to drop off and run when she near-literally runs into him. ]

Bruce- what the entire shite!?

Persephone? [He stops, halfway towards the kitchen.]

How do you look even worse awake.

[ going to steady him ]

Seemed as good a time as any to test out the clinic. [He glances down at the balloon, eyebrow quirked.] That for me?

Well it was.

[ She grouses even as she goes in for the hug. ]

Good morning? I guess?

[He puts an arm around her.]

The bats are kind of an odd touch, but I appreciate it. Thanks for coming by.

[ she's about to make some other barbed retort, ask if it's the bats and not the balloon that's an odd touch. But there's something about his demeanor that's just off, so: ]

Uh, why odd?

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They're more your style than mine, don't you think?

[He moves over to the fridge and pulls a carton of leftover Chinese out. He'll have to apologize to whoever's this was-- he's starving.]

Anyway, I didn't mean anything by it.

[ WHAT IS THIS??? IS HE MOCKING HER??????? ]

I guess.

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[She knew, she just knew the moment she stepped away to do something, like make a coffee, that something would happen. Her phone buzzes with an alert and she can hear the flat line, she's already making her way back to the clinic.

But she stops when she sees Bruce walking along the hall. He was awake, 'oh thank god' would have gone through her mind if she wasn't already walking up to him.]

You really shouldn't be out of bed.

[She has her doctors head and voice on. Don't fight it.]

Tired of laying down. Is there a shower around here?

[He rubs a hand over his forehead, grumbling.]

Of course there is, I built the place.

Then sit. I understand the urge to get up and go, but Bruce, you're literally just out of a coma.

[She resists the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. There were tests she would have to do, to make sure he was okay medically speaking. Instead of pinching, Angela sighs, figuring that he was going to be stubborn.]

A supervised shower and then back to the clinic. I'm not about to let you just go about on your own without at least checking you over.

I'm not sure if this is where I regret hiring you or give you a raise. [He replies cheekily, heading for the shower.]

Alright. First the shower, then I'll sit down.

[She hums and moves her hands as if weighing up both options on a scale. She follows him with a smile, turning of her alerts on the phone now that she knows he isn't actually in trouble.]

Good, I think trying to argue would be useless. If you get tired though, you stop.

Doctor's orders. Got it.

[He hops into the shower after quickly disrobing, just dressed in the scrub pants, and sighs relieved when the hot water hits him in the face. Bruce leans against the shower wall and drops his head for a minute.]

[He exhales, and calls out.] How long was I out?

[Angela waited while Bruce went for the shower, when she hears him, she glances at the date and frowns. Had it really been that long?]

For a month. It's been a waiting game really. [That was always something she found hard, was waiting to see what was going to happen because it meant it was all out of her hands. There wasn't anything more she could have done to help him except monitor.]

What do you remember?

[There's a long pause before...] Nothing.

[And another pause.] I still remember who I am. My company. The League. But... there's a lot that isn't there. Gaps in my memory.

[Memory loss was expected, but it still made her heart sink.]

It can be normal to have memory loss, it should come back to you but it won't...it won't be immediate.

Yeah... I know... [He replies morosely.]

I may have to depend on you for a few things at work, if you think you can handle it.

Of course, anything I can do to help.

[She would do her best to make things as easy for Bruce as she possibly could in areas that she was able to.]

Though I hope you're not thinking of going back so soon.

Funny you mention that... [He lets the water cascade down his back.] I was actually thinking about taking some time off.

Bruce Wayne, taking time off? If I didn't have a wall at my back I'd stagger or fall.

[She's smiling though.]

Good. I'm glad to hear it.

[He finishes up and turns off the shower, reaching for a towel.]

I might stop in every now and then. Make sure everything is running smoothly. I don't see a reason to worry the investors with this coma talk, though. We'll just call it a tiny sabbatical.

[She moves from the wall and walks over to take a towel and place it in Bruce's hand before she walks back to where she'd been.]

Makes sense would probably just raise more questions than anyone wants to actually answer.

Any tiredness in your muscles?

Just tired. [He reaches for the towel, rubbing it over his head.] I was in bed for a month. Shower helped, though.

[He wraps it around his waist.] Thinking about ordering some food. Thai, maybe. [He stops next to her at the door.] You in?

I'm surprised to see you up and about so easily. But I can't say that I'm not glad you're awake.

[She smiles at him when he's close. Like she would turn down food.]

Definitely.

[She's honestly glad to see him up and on his feet, it's as if some massive weight had just been lifted from her.]

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