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[conflictedhero]

Bruce sits in a booth, working on calculations on papers. On the table is a mass of papers, scribbled with neat handwritten equations. A small device, looking like a borg cube in miniature, sits, pulsing with green light, in the middle of the table.

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[mortisbelle]

"Boo." Whispered low in his ear.

How did she manage to get that close without him noticing?

Magic, of course!

[conflictedhero]

he jumps, and glances around, then smiles as he sees her.

"Hello, Serena. How are you?"

[mortisbelle]

"I am fine... and you, Bruce, how are you?"

[conflictedhero]

"I am doing good. Just working on some numbers. Nothing important today. What have you been up to?"

One of his hands goes out to her, hesitating before gently touching her face.