[ twenty-nine; ]
[ He patrols the castle every day, checking up on what's going on and looking at the nameplates to see if anyone's left that he knows and/or cares about. It's always a little difficult to find out someone is gone, but today it's even more so. Because today he's staring at the door of the room that should be Barbara's.
It's almost embarrassing that he stands there and stares for almost a full minute before he pushes open the door. It's a blank slate. Standard empty Paradisan room. Except for one thing laid out over the bed.
Bruce picks up the fabric of Barbara's Batgirl uniform and sighs quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. They're - he's down one more researcher, one more teammate... One more friend, really. And it's happening so close to Shayera going home too. Funny, how the castle took the rest of the people from his world in what seems like one fell swoop.
Funny. Right. ]
Barbara Gordon's been sent home.
[ He moves his journal to the side of his desk in the Batroom after saying that. Focussing on the fact that she's gone isn't going to be productive, so he gets right back to work at the computer.
And tries to ignore the fact that his right hand twinges slightly under the thin bandages as he types. Punching that wall was a bad idea, but it's hardly something that will keep him from working. And working. And working some more. ]
It's almost embarrassing that he stands there and stares for almost a full minute before he pushes open the door. It's a blank slate. Standard empty Paradisan room. Except for one thing laid out over the bed.
Bruce picks up the fabric of Barbara's Batgirl uniform and sighs quietly, rubbing a hand over his face. They're - he's down one more researcher, one more teammate... One more friend, really. And it's happening so close to Shayera going home too. Funny, how the castle took the rest of the people from his world in what seems like one fell swoop.
Funny. Right. ]
Barbara Gordon's been sent home.
[ He moves his journal to the side of his desk in the Batroom after saying that. Focussing on the fact that she's gone isn't going to be productive, so he gets right back to work at the computer.
And tries to ignore the fact that his right hand twinges slightly under the thin bandages as he types. Punching that wall was a bad idea, but it's hardly something that will keep him from working. And working. And working some more. ]