We’re a Happy Working Song [Closed]

[darkknightfall]

WHO: Batman Bruce Wayne "Clark Kent" and Giselle
WHAT: A discussion about the Madam and her ball
WHERE: The Bathouse
WHEN: Morning, the day before the ball

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sorry, a little failtastic. ;-;

[how_do_i_know]

"Just a little pin and a tuck and~
Hum a little, hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~
It's so ea--
Ooh!"

How she heard Bruce's voice over the chattering and twittering of the animals might have very well been a mystery if this wasn't ... Giselle.

She hurried to hush the chittering animals, urging them to work quietly. "We're going to have a guest now, so you have to be on your best behaviors!" There were a few protesters, and not all of them seemed keen on remaining quiet. In fact, one bird in particular began to tweet excessively loudly. "...Susan! That's not a very nice thing to say. He's always welcome here." With a sigh, she gathered a few scraps of fabric and set them off to the side.

"Come in," she called cheerfully.

<3

[darkknightfall]

Bruce had, in his time, seen several powers. Some were staggering in their scope. Others were arcane and convoluted, almost to the point of being incomprehensible. Despite that, Bruce never ceased to be a little mystified by Giselle's ability to communicate with animals that, by all rights, shouldn't have the intelligence to communicate half of what she seemed to interpret them to be saying

[how_do_i_know]

"Oh." Giselle let out a fluttering giggle, smiling a tad sheepishly as she stitched a few beads to what appeared to be a finished garment. Apparently, it hadn't yet received its final touches. It was a beautiful dark green shade that she simply adored, and her sheepish smile took on a more fond appearance as her hand lingered on the bow just below the bust.

"You know," she continued finally, looking away from the gown to regard Bruce. "The ball is coming up very shortly, and someone has to make sure everyone is prepared! After all, Miss Madam did say that formal wear is a requirement!" The animals around her erupted into sounds of agreement. Some nodded, while others flapped their tiny wings and sang out brief songs. They quickly calmed, however, as Giselle politely shushed them. "She seems like such a wonderful lady."

[darkknightfall]

"... Gifts to make sure everyone can go, even those who thought they couldn't."

Bruce gave a little half-smile. It might even have been more than just a half-smile, if the ball was thrown by someone other than the Madam. He had had no intention of going to the ball, and moreover, no intention of having Giselle go. Disasters tended to abound at large celebrations, as they had when Giselle had thrown a party last summer, and what's more, the host was not the kind of person it would be best for Giselle to interact with... and if she went, Bruce knew Giselle would probably track the Madam down to thank her profusely for putting on such a wonderful ball.

"She can seem that way. This certainly is generous of her. But... Giselle, I don't think you exactly understand what it is she does."

[how_do_i_know]

Well, of course. Everyone deserved the chance to attend something so special, didn't they? Not everyone could afford a beautiful gown or a handsome suit, let alone all the accessories. It was the least Giselle could do to help everyone, wasn't it?

"What she ... does?" Giselle sounded perplexed, and she was. It was true. She didn't understand what the Madam did. She had no real idea, in fact, but it certainly wasn't terrible, was it? A beautiful and generous woman like the Madam-- Surely, she only did wonderful things, didn't she?

She lowered her thread and needle to the table and narrowed her eyes in confusion, tilting her head slightly to the side. "...What does she do?"