At least fourteen hours on a plane-- even two separate planes-- was almost too much time for Duela to imagine. Still, she'd gotten first class tickets, so at least the seats were comfortable. She was a little disappointed she couldn't help herself to a complimentary cocktail... but she'd live. Though, really? Right now? A drink would be wonderful ( Read more... )

Duela slumped down onto the couch after hanging up the phone. It'd taken some doing, but she'd moved their flight and adjusted their hotel stay. "Ten o'clock flight tomorrow night. We'll need to leave about five," she told the man sitting there. She'd given him a bag of ice and a towel as soon as they'd gotten home ( Read more... )

Duela stood, staring out of the apartment's window, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the street below. She could have passed for Nadine, standing there and waiting, watching the street for her husband to come home. She frowned, watching not the street but the wall. This place... had too many memories and no signs of her father ( Read more... )

A few sources of information-- possibly gotten to first by someone else-- proved stubborn. However, Duela had learned one lesson from Harvey. A gun got information. Even just brushing her jacket back a bit, revealing the gun at her side, making sure the people she spoke to knew whose daughter she was... it made results. What information she'd ( Read more... )

Duela Crane, as she'd already taken to calling herself, looked up when Jonathan Crane answered his cellphone. She couldn't help but be curious as to who would be calling him at this hour. Usually, his calls came in late.

She watched him for now, silent so he could speak on the phone. Besides, she'd get to hear at least half the conversation this

She hated when Jonathan went to that place. Duela understood why he went, of course, but she didn't have to like it. His worrying over her mother wasn't going to make her any better. She was always going to be... just like she was now ( Read more... )

Duela Dent
Batman
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Duela Dent-- she'd have to research marriages soon, no reason it shouldn't be legitimate before the baby was born-- looked at the grandfather clock. It chimed the hour. The young woman knew she should have been asleep hours ago. She had a meeting with a client, newly sent to Arkham; Duela had promised herself she'd go to ( Read more... )

Duela Dent
Batman
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Nine days in, Duela caved. She felt foolish, going to a doctor. After all, she really wasn't all that ill. A little nauseous every now and again but nothing to worry about. Still, the length of time it had continued made her worry just a bit. Really, the young woman supposed she could have spoken to Jonathan about it rather ( Read more... )

Duela Dent sipped a glass of ice water with lemon in it. It was the only thing that tasted decent right now. She sat on the master bed, leaned against the headboard. Her plan had been to go out today while Jonathan was out, start spreading the word herself about her little practice starting up, but she'd felt a little too ill. Some bug or another, ( Read more... )

Her current project was the silver. All of it, from candlesticks to the dining sets, was spread out on the kitchen table. A bottle of polish sat open, a rag in her hand. Duela really didn't know how long she'd been at it, didn't know how long she'd remain at it. She was determined to get everything polished then put back in its rightful spot, but ( Read more... )