Bruce Wayne's Room at the Arms, Sunday afternoon

Feb 09, 2014 10:42

Things were going well. Sure, Bruce's goddamned twin, Batman, the District Attorney of Fandom, shut down his caffeine supply chain and he lost a couple of his best caffeine customers to tragic accidents. But for the mere price of several orphans, Bruce opened up some new caffeine supplies. Better stuff than he had been dealing in before. And he was ( Read more... )

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amthenight February 9 2014, 16:44:09 UTC
POW!

"You've gone too far this time, brother!" Batman declared. "You can't become Governor! I won't let you!"

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willbethenight February 9 2014, 16:46:01 UTC
"Batman!" Bruce said after the punch knocked him onto the bed. "How did you get in here? My guards!"

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amthenight February 9 2014, 16:49:10 UTC
"Are outside," Batman said, jumping onto Bruce to grapple with him in a way where nobody threw punches unless they really had to because fight choreography was difficult. "Meanwhile, I was in here the whole time." Punch.

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willbethenight February 9 2014, 16:50:50 UTC
"In my room?" Bruce asked, grabbing onto Batman's shoulders and shaking him generally.

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willbethenight February 9 2014, 17:17:59 UTC
Bruce awoke with a start. He looked at the bedsheet. He looked at the fake mustache on the nightstand. He looked in his mirror.

And he smiled. It was time to do some good in the world.

[OOC: Any visitors should go to this thread, which is For Broadcast!]

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psychoticbiotic February 9 2014, 18:11:35 UTC
Jacqueline tapped firmly on the door, adjusting her very businesslike outfit. She was ready to discuss all the many ways she could help the orphans of Fandom.

"Bruce?" she called. "I'm here about the ... positions."

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willbethenight February 9 2014, 18:14:31 UTC
DA Batman had never had much of a love life. He was too busy studying law while Bruce was marrying everyone. How would this go? How could it go?

When he opened the door and saw what Jack considered to be business-wear, well, he had some idea. "Come in, Jacqueline. I was just getting some rest after the funeral."

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psychoticbiotic February 9 2014, 18:24:16 UTC
Jacqueline's intentions were pure! But it had been so long since her caffeine-addicted lover abandoned her, and a bohemian heiress former model had needs like any other woman's.

"Thank you," she said, eyes darting around the room. "This is lovely. So homelike. How was the service?"

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