Who: Talia and open to anyone with access to the Manor. Because I like to ruin Bruce's stuff any chance I get and people should totally come bug Talia in return. What: Being laid up and confined to a set of caverns beneath a giant house is boring to say the least. And Talia has never been good at dealing with boredom. Where: Stately Wayne Manor & The Batcave When: January 2nd [backdated] Rating: PG (She's probably not going to get in too much trouble.)
Only a few days had past since her inauspicious arrival at the home of her husband and son, and while she was healing, it was much too slowly for Talia's liking. Add to that the fact that she had not been given permission to come up into the house proper, and was meant to stay down in the cave, in the little sleeping alcove and med bay, and she was could feel irritability creeping into the edges of her awareness. She certainly had not expected droves of company, her Beloved had always been a solitary creature, but even he only saw her when he was working, instead sending his butler to see that she was dressed, fed, and her bandages were changed regularly. And supervised; or so she had taken to believing when the New Year passed, and she was left quite alone with the threat that the old man's eye sight was still good enough to work a shotgun.
Fine then. If she were relegated to this temporary prison, she may as well make the most of it. Obviously she was not allowed to explore the vast expanse of caverns-- and the stitches in her side were unlikely to aid her in any attempts at spelunking, harnessed or not-- and she would obviously not be allowed to even look sideways at the computer bank that lined her Beloved's work area, nor anywhere near any of the vehicles that might prove fun to play with. But there was only so much restriction he could reasonably expect her to follow-- which was what led her to where she was occupying her time today.
With a copy of War and Peace in the original Russian, Talia lay out across one of the catwalks overlooking the dark abyss. Somewhere below there was water, she could hear it, but she could not see past the range of the artificial lights in the cave. She lay with her head hanging off the edge of the catwalk, all of her hair stretching into the darkness below. Her left leg was up, bent at the knee, and her attention was split between the book, and occasionally staring up, where the resident colony of bats slept and rustled and clicked at one another.
She made no effort to hide her whereabouts, nor even that she was an occupant of the cave. By now, she imagined Bruce had informed everyone under his roof of the demon in the basement, so to speak, and she doubted that she had the element of surprise on her side any longer. But she also doubted she had much to fear when it came to her current environs. She did not plan to stay much longer.