Bruce Wayne's Room at the Arms, Sunday afternoon

[willbethenight]

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

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[willbethenight]

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.

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[psychoticbiotic]

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."

[willbethenight]

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."

[psychoticbiotic]

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?"

[willbethenight]

"It was beautiful. It made me do some soul-searching, and I think I've come out of it dedicated to being a better person," Bruce said. Which wasn't going to be hard to do, all things considered.