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[the_caped_crusader]

WHO: Bruce Wayne/Batman & YOU???
WHERE: Mostly De Chima and Wayne Manor
WHEN: May 7th
WHAT: A day in the life of Batman catch-all
WARNINGS: None, but will update as necessary



4:00 am: Morning Exercise

[Bruce starts his morning the way he always does, by waking up bright and early after whatever sleep he may or may not have had the night before and going out for an easy, casual, 30 mile run. As dawn starts to approach, the air is moist and dewey and the world is still quiet. He slips on a loose pair of running pants and a worn sweatshirt, grabs a bottle of protein shake, and heads for one of De Chima's few but large parks...]

9:00 am: Wayne Enterprises

[After his run and shower, he slips on one of his expertly bespoken suits and makes for the office. He spends most of the morning and into mid-afternoon in meetings, following up on business deals in progress and planning for the month ahead, as well as stopping into various departments to speak with managers and employees who may or may not be looking to catch his ear. There are a few employees in particular with whom he means to stop and speak with as well, which he makes a priority of...]

5:00 am: Evening

[Bruce leaves work early today, intending on catching up back at home on his study of the imPocreats. The past month, and being trapped in Kavinsky's dream world, left him refreshed if not behind on most of the things he had been intending to work on. For those who have access to the cave, they'll find him in his costume, sans cape, working around the cave, with a notable difference being the presence of a few creatures of varying size stored in their own separate areas throughout the lab.]

12:00 am: Late night patrol:

[Finally, he makes it out late at night to patrol the streets, perhaps a little later than he usually intends. Things are quieter than normal, which he finds satisfactory, but certainly not enough to get lazy. He leaps across the rooftops, making sure to check every dark corner and suspicious movement that catches his eye.]

WILDCARD!:

[Nothing here catching your eye? Still want to say hi to Bruce and/or Batman? HIT ME UP WITH LITERALLY ANYTHING.]

Comments

12:00 AM

[purple_reign]

[Finding Inanna lounging on a rooftop in the moonlight is certainly not a new occurrence. Finding Inanna drinking alone on a rooftop, even at night, definitely is. They've tucked themselves into a dim corner of the roof with a bottle of something that looks too expensive to be allowed. It looks more like they just want to be alone than actually enjoy the clear night sky tonight.

They might have been content to sit there all night if not for Batman poking his nose into their dark corner.]

Oh...s'you. D'you ever take a break?

[They don't sound particularly annoyed; maybe a little disappointed over the intrusion, but determined to be polite.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Batman stops, but doesn't visibly react to the voice... he'd noticed him there already a rooftop back or so.]

Sure, I just have a knack for running into drunk teenagers.

YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT PROMPT TO USE but it's 5 pm anyway

[pummelgranite]

[ She hadn't intentionally shown Batman hide nor hair of herself since waking up from that dream. She is aware, by now, that it certainly wouldn't have stopped him from seeing her if he cared to, but she's been glad for the space. Doubly so after her fallout with John. She'd hurt Batman too, after all. It was in a different way, sure, but only because it had been more convenient for her to hurt his heart instead of his body. It hadn't even felt good, watching his horror at her carnage. She's not really sure what it had felt like. Now it feels shameful and disgusting.

But to avoid him would be cowardly, especially when he was underwriting the apartment she'd shared with Nico. That's how she found herself headed to his cave one evening with takeout from the Italian place that Nico had liked so much. If the dream had gotten to him too, he was probably living off those sad, featureless sandwiches. Alternately, if he'd also tired of her company, she figured the cartons of pasta would suitably dramatic when thrown to the ground. This had all been thought through carefully.

But, she reminds herself, as she looks at the animals, that was all a contingency plan. Plan A is just to pretend like everything is normal and nothing needs to be addressed. When she does see him, she's only putting on her normal attitude. ]

What's with the zoo?

[the_caped_crusader]

[He notices her enter, but he's busy studying one of them, knelt down with a flashlight in his mouth and correlating data from the community's experience with them before his own arrival.]

imPocreats. Something we picked up in Liechtenstein a few months back.

4:00 AM

[taraincognita]

[bruce might not be expecting any company at this hour; but there's definitely someone else in the park. slumped in a pink hoodie with the hood up under a particularly unnatural seeming rock formation is a girl who honestly can't be any older than fourteen. perhaps the average person wouldn't notice her, in the dark, among the rocks--but hey. the world's greatest detective certainly isn't average.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[His breathing is steady, heartbeat like a metronome, but his footsteps stop sharply at the sight. Personal experiences say this is something awful waiting for him, but he jogs up and notices the soft rise and fall of her hoodie. Bruce kneels down and reaches out slowly towards her shoulder.]

Hey...

12 AM

[bindsthedead]

[There might be a sword at her hip, but the rest of her attire is modern and nondescript- durable and easy to move in, but not colorful or distinctive enough to be a costume. She's moving quietly but confidently, keeping an eye on her surroundings- and at one point, helps a drunk get a ride home before moving on.]

[the_caped_crusader]

Quiet night, hm?

[His voice comes from out of nowhere, moments before he drops into view, presumably from a rooftop somewhere around them. His cape drapes along the ground in a puddle, retracting as he rises slowly from his haunches.]

12 AM

[prostheticbody]

[The Major doesn't usually venture far from Maurtia Falls, and De Chima is downright dull in comparison. But on this particular night, she finds herself standing precariously on the ledge of one of the rooftops, her coat flapping lightly in the wind as she watches a fairly nondescript person walking along the sidewalks below. If she notices the Batman leaping between the rooftops, she doesn't show any indication of it.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Considering he built her body, Batman recognizes her instantly from rooftops away. He's also fairly certain she's noticed him for the same reasons. Considering she's familiar with both Batman and Bruce Wayne, he's comfortable enough to approach her casually.]

Slow night.

[morethan084]

[Despite knowing that her name would be leaked on the watch list, Daisy couldn't let anyone else know she was aware of any of this. Obviously. Unsurprisingly she heard some people talking about the leak in general. Some of them believed it, others didn't. Daisy was curious to see where her boss stood on this whole thing, which is why she went out of her way to find him.

He wasn't in his office, and it wasn't until she was on her way back to her desk that she spotted him coming back.]

Hi, Bruce.

[He preferred to be called that to Mr. Wayne, at least that's what he has told her in the past.]

Do you have a minute?

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce strolls through the hallway quickly, a man who has too much to do and not enough time to do it. He's with someone else at the moment, who wants his company less than she wants his signature, which he quickly gives to her as she describes to him in short what he's signing. When he sees Daisy, however, he puts on a familiar fake smile and places a hand on her shoulder to guide her with him as he continues to walk.]

Daisy! Of course, walk with me. What's on your mind?

[restingstitchface]

[At first, it had been awkward to adapt himself to somebody else's idea of routine. He didn't like working with people. He had discovered the more rope he afforded them, the more likely he was to be stabbed in the back. Ra's al Ghul had burned his fingers and that was an unwelcome blow to his ego. Granted, he had at least made capital out of the deal, but it was so wrong to go from running to slumming in his own institution.

It was Batman's fault. He breathes deeply through his nose and continues writing his thoughts on paper. It wasn't painful to work to this routine, but it was dull, and he felt it inside his skull. His nerves were raw and he almost had no choice but to take revenge on someone to make them settle.

His voice is snappish for the next person to knock on his door.]

Come in.

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce enters, and although he certainly had the authority to simply walk in, he afforded Crane the respect he was sure he thought he deserved.]

Bad time? [He raises an eyebrow.]

12am

[lightinside]

[De Chima wasn't Laurel's usual city to patrol in but here she was, dressed in full vigilante gear. She was glad to have the day off from work tomorrow - trying to explain to her manager why she looked exhausted was something that Laurel did not want to do.

She keeps to the shadows and the alleyways, not the main street; Laurel had no wish to attract too much attention to herself.

Everything seemed quiet at the moment but that could always change.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[There's a small commotion from across the street, as Batman pushes a drug dealer against the wall with one hand and searches his pockets with the other. He manages to pull out whatever he was carrying and toss it into the gutter before he drops him and sneers angrily into his face.]

Get a new job, David. [He tucks the dealer's wallet into his coat pocket.] I'll be keeping an eye out for you.

[It wasn't the most glorious job he's ever done, but that was the goal, right? De Chima had been relatively quiet, and he hoped it was due to the efforts of him and the others who patrolled the city. He notices Laurel as he watches his catch scurry away and turns towards her, all shadows and frown.]

12

[h2no]

[giant bat, meet giant bat.

at some point, during a quiet pause in the night's low thrum of noise, a rat runs out from between two bins in an alley. it stops, sniffs at the food it had run to in the middle of the street, then... shrieks.

a giant bat - 6ft tall - flying on four wings swoops down out of the sky and grabs it.

then someone laughs and claps.]

Oiiii! What did I say, Crobat? Huh? Rats don't eat donuts, I bet ya feel real stupid about now!

[flapping up in the air for a moment, the giant bat lands on the ground with a loud WHUMP, chittering. possibly in annoyance.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[Well, he's curious, too say the least. He can't help but think of Kirk Langstrom, except this one is... well, he doesn't want to use the word cuter, so he'll stick with different. Regardless, Batman drops behind Archie with a thud and slowly rises from the ground.]

Haven't seen you around here before.

5pm

[aboveand]

[Terry had purposefully been avoiding Bruce (and the cave itself) since the whole dream incident, but since he knows darn well that Bruce is too stubborn to come to him to talk about it, he has to suck it up and go to Bruce. After all, someone has to be an adult.

Still, he's not exactly comfortable going alone so he brings Ace along, figuring the mutt would love being in the cave again. A thought proven correct the second the Great Dane enters the cave proper, prancing around at the familiarity with an excitement the dog rarely showed. He sets off to explore his new/old surroundings, nose to the ground and tail in the air.

Rather than go over to Bruce, Terry instead walks over to one of the imPocreat areas and peers inside.]

And how's Myrna today?

[Terry's named all of the imPocreat pieces they found in Liechtenstein, mostly to mess with Bruce.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[He's typing something on the computer, doing something that he hasn't bothered informing Terry about. He's not necessarily ignoring Terry as much as he just doesn't feel like anything is wrong. He answers, but doesn't stop typing.]

Who?

it's after miiidniiight

[blackhat]

[ Doubtless some kinds of midnight movement on rooftops are more suspicious than others.

There’s an art dealer based out of one of a legion of imposing office buildings staggered downtown. Where twenty minutes ago, the roof was all clear, now there’s a wiry figure in a cowboy hat and all black packing a suspiciously painting-shaped parcel away in postal wrap.

It isn’t an especially massive painting-shaped package -- no taller than a few feet, with the butt of it planted in gravel and the topmost edge still in the process of being taped under.

No alarms have been tripped -- no flashing lights, no sirens, no silent call for the police.

Just a man, a package and a roll of tape. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[But Batman is standing a few feet behind him, far enough that he can clear a punch in case Wyatt Earp over here decided to throw one in reaction, and draped in shadows.]

Careful, you wouldn't want to ruin it.

Wayne Enterprises

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Angela had brought her caduceus staff into the lab and dismantled it for the team to look over. It didn't work in this world, and she still wasn't sure if that was because of this worlds technology, or because she had it's biotic powers. But she'd been determined to make some kind of progression that would allow for medical application.

Some nights she'd found herself still in the lab at two in the morning because she knew she was close to something.]

Be careful with that! I don't have a replacement, and I can't make one with this worlds technology!

[That's when she notices Bruce and smiles at him.]

Mr. Wayne, what a pleasant surprise.

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce enters as he usually does, dressed to the nines and with the commanding, busy stride of a CEO. He smiles at Angela and steps close to her, if only to take a peek at what she's working on.]

Angela. I thought I might stop by and see how everything is coming along.

At home, whenever.

[deadkord]

[ Sorry, Bruce, did you want a sense of routine and reliability in your home? Then you should've evicted Ted day one. Because he's fully settled in now, and it wouldn't be too far a stretch to guess that he's a little bored lately. For starters, he's helped himself to a considerable space in the Batcave for tinkering with his own projects, mostly, but occasionally also helps himself to any unattended Bat Gadget project. Likewise, the main part of the house is a sprawl of Ted's brand of disaster. He's agreeable enough to keep actual mess to his own room, but clutter just seems to spring up in his wake—surfaces covered in half-assembled devices, kitchen appliances being altered without notice, post-it notes scribbled across in Ted's incomprehensible scrawl stuck to unexpected surfaces...

At some point, someone's going to have to call him on all of this, and it probably won't be Skeets. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[From wherever Ted is in the house, he'll hear Bruce yell from the kitchen, his voice a rumble that echoes through the vaulted halls of the manor in order to seek him out.]

TED!!