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[chiroptophobic]

WHO: Bruce Wayne and Ted Kord
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: 23rd February - slightly backdated because oh I don't know terrorism
WHAT:  Bruce drops in to check on Ted's projects and get his geek on
WARNINGS: greasemonkeys

It wasn't much to look at, but that was a good thing; a simple warehouse, which contained very interesting things. Bruce had to admit he was excited to visit, and today - since the investment was legal, above board and not related to Batman at all, he was here as himself, albeit not dressed in the poshest of his black and whites.

He came up to the door, because of course he had a key, and he pulled it open and stepped inside, considering the large space thoughtfully. He knew the ins and outs of the building already, but it was difficult for him to shake off habit, where knowledge of his surroundings might be the difference between life and death.

But this was just a warehouse, and he was just here to check up on Ted's progress. No big deal.

It was a big space, so he called out, voice echoing: "Anyone here?"

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[chiroptophobic]

Bruce doesn't hesitate but to follow, sticking close and minding his feet so as to avoid stepping on loose cables or tripping over something that oughtn't to have been left out. It was a wonder that Ted could work in a place like this. Bruce was much more used to working in an ordered, completely dust free environment. State of the art, really. This was a little bit like the dives and grease shops he'd seen when he'd been traveling the globe, picking up a little bit of work here and there--which was fine, but it was a long way from what he was used to. Alfred would certainly never let the place get into this sort of mess. Maybe he should send him over to put some order into the place some time. Then again...maybe if it was tidied up, Ted wouldn't know where anything was.

So he smiled, like he was tempted to smile at Gordon's tired cop disorder at the station, and gently reached out to take the edge of the paper, tipping it into the light.

"What sort of maneuverability are we looking at?"

[bumblebeeb]

He'll probably get it into order once he's finished getting more of the Bug done. Too much clutter tends to drive him insane when he's not got something to work on. He certainly doesn't have an Alfred to keep cleaning up after him; though in all honesty it's probably better he does it himself.

"Pretty decent," he replies. "Almost like the old one, though I guess you wouldn't know about that one. Back home I could take her pretty much anywhere I wanted. Even space capabilities."