Who: Bruce and Barbara What: Holy moved cities, Batman... Er, confused Bruce wakes up in a new place. When: Tuesday, September 30th, noonish Where: Mortuus 104 Rating: Likely low Open: Other Mortuus 104 residents
It had been a rough night. Evading the police, stopping a bank robbery, and spending a night on the town with a couple French models. It had been rather late, or early, depending on how one looked at it, when Bruce had finally gone to bed. And it was no surprise that when he woke, there was that light indicating that it was sometime in the middle of the day filtering through his eyelids. That's when he noticed the sound of rain, which was odd, given his bed was far enough from the glassed wall that he shouldn't have noticed it.
Stirring more fully awake, he noticed that his bed, that is the one he was sleeping on, was not his bed, nor was this room the penthouse he was renting while the Manor was still being rebuilt. What was going on? What had happened? And where was Alfred, who had always been there with the morning paper and breakfast, no matter what time it was he got up? "Alfred?" he called, rising from the bed. "Alfred? Where are you?" Yeah, this room was definitely not his penthouse suite. Dressing quickly, he opened the door, and stepped out into a hallway. Three other doors, and what appeared to be a livingroom and kitchen area. Okay, there was no way that he'd gone through 'the trust fund' as other's liked tocall it, and since he'd bought the majority of stocks, he was still the controlling owner of Wayne Enterprises. Money wasn't an issue, so why was he not in the penthouse?
"Hello?"
Barbara was always a light sleeper - it was necessary given the fact that back in Metropolis she'd been on call 24-7, and now with her nightly activities. So when she'd hit her alarm at nine that morning and found herself not in her own room in her own apartment she'd been very very confused. It made no sense. None whatsoever. She'd been through possible reasons in her mind...
All her computer equipment was here; most of the things from her room were here, her clothes, she'd been through everything in the room - torn it apart before starting to look up where the hell she was... Canada?! It made no sense. But worse was the fact that she didn't know how she had gotten here...
Several hours later, not quite understanding it, Barbara was on her laptop in the living room/common area on the couch, legs pulled under her, on her laptop trying to gather as much information as she could about this place... This was too weird - not to mention who ever or what ever had moved her hadn't forgotten her suit or her gadgets... They'd been moved too.
She heard a voice calling out from somewhere in the rest of the apartment - she didn't look up from her computer at first. Too focused on her research. It wasn't until she reached for the cup of tea she had made in an attempt to calm her nerves over this that she heard exactly whose voice it was, and she looked up, eyes widened as she realized it. "Okay now this is getting even weirder..." she murmured.
Weird was putting it mildly. Bruce wasn't certain what to expect, finding himself apparently sharing a much smaller place, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see the sight that awaited him when he entered the living room.
"Barbara?" he asked, not certain if it was real or if he were imagining things. "What are you doing here? Where is here, exactly?" Where was Alfred with his breakfast? Funny how he had nothing but questions. Then again, perhaps not, as he had woken up in a completely strange place.
Barbara typed a few keys on her laptop before placing it to the side and standing up. Yes it was him. Unless there was another person who looked, sounded and acted like Bruce Wayne... Acted like Bruce not like Batman...
She heaved a sigh. The playboy was in the building - the facade that was...
"Yes. I'm not sure and London, Onterio, Canada," she'd learned some time ago that it was better to give him the answers to his questions in the order they were asked... helped save on confusion later.
Her tone dropped slightly as she shook her head. "I woke up here..." she said quietly. "Fell asleep reading a new computer manual last night after Alfred drove me back to my apartment." she frowned. "No explanations, no answers..." she paused for a second with a somewhat sardonic smirk. "Don't need to ask what you were up to last night." Of course she knew. She'd been there, she was just poking fun - or attempting to. This situation was weird. Bad weird.
"Canada? How did we wind up there? Here?" That was just unusual. "At least there's a Wayne Enterprises branch here. Stop by later and see if I can get in touch with Fox." Yes, in public there was only the Bruce Wayne personal. Even when around those that knew his other persona. He thought it best to keep the two completely separate, each a cover of the other. "On the couch? Well, guess I'm lucky in the fact that I at least woke up on a bed, albeit in a much smaller room than the penthouse."
"Well, at least you said what and not who," he replied, smiling slightly. "I, uh, take it everything was here?" He was fairly certain that she had her version of the metallic styled cases with all the necessary equipment for their alternate identities. Well, almost everything. There was some things that just wouldn't fit, but he could arrange to have them shipped here or to the company.