Communications

[Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> Doing okay.
>> Give me a week or two. Lost a lot of weight.
>> Glad to see you're out there again.

[Text to Arthur Smith]

>> You doing better?
>> Scared the shit out of me. Just checking on you.

[Text to Maria Hill]

>> I think I need to eat meat.
>> All of the meat.
>> Probably a cow or something.

[Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> Not dead.
>> Sick, but not dead.
>> You come down with this shit? I've been out of it.

[Secure Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> Bruce, there's an emergency.
>> We need you badly. If you can't, I understand and won't hold it against you, but trust me. It's all hands on deck. Anyone you've got, even if you can't.

[Secure Text to Arthur Smith]

>> Get your girl and get the hell out of here.
>> Head to San Diego, but stay out of the city or really populated places.
>> Just trust me.

[Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> I'd say you won't believe it, but I'm pretty sure you will.
>> I moved my car.
>> With my hands.

I think I'm ready to become Nightwing.
Anywhere we can talk about the specifics and training?

>> I just heard the news today about the arrests.
>> Work's been busy, so I haven't had a chance to catch up for awhile.
>> It's not the sort of thing you congratulate someone on, but I'm glad for your sake anyway.
>> It's a measure of peace.

( On the 10 o'clock news. )

>> I spoke with a boy here. He dreams like the rest of us.
>> He said they call me Superman.

Master Wayne. I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience, sir.

To: Bruce Wayne
From: Dick Grayson
Subject: RE: Wayne Enterprises Dress Code

Encrypted again, with the password

Another dream today. This one involved ME being Batman because you were supposedly dead and I'd taken over. I had two "little brothers" who worked with us, Tim and Damian. Damian's actually your son, and Tim's a genius hacker I met who you took on as "Robin", your sidekick, after I left/outgrew it/I'm not sure yet.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?

-Dick

>> Need to discuss Wayne Trust business.
>> Can you meet me there tonight?

To: Bruce Wayne
From: Dick Grayson

Subject: Seven Habits Workshop Rooms Rescheduled.

Bruce-

HaBItT 1- bE pRoAcTive -3Rd FlOor lOuNGe Sept 7teenth


-Dick

((A few minutes later, another email, secure, and requiring a password appears from a different account))

To: Bruce Wayne
From: Dick Grayson
Subject: Check your last email now.

( ((it's kind of a secret, really)) )

[Text to Dany]

>> For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
>> Are you okay?

[Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> Squared things with my brother, much as they can be, I guess.
>> Tell Stark thanks for the Jamison.

>> She agreed.
>> Any news on my double?

( Text to John Blake. )

( Email. )

( Philanthropist and Wife Found Dead in Vacation Home. )

>> Bruce, you won't believe it. You just won't.
>> In my dreams, I could fly.

[Text to Bruce Wayne]

>> I trust the situation is under control?
>> I'm on leave, but I could help in a civ capacity.

[Text to Maria Hill]

>> You all right?

Hello Bruce,

I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'm at loose ends at the moment. I'm not sure if you have any experience with these strange dreams, and if this is probably sort of rude, but Could use a friendly face to talk to about the ones I'm having.

I understand completely if you're busy though. Please, if you don't have time don't feel obligated.

Hello Mr. Wayne,

My name is Officer Blake of the Irvine PD. I know this is strange, but could we arrange an appointment at your convenience?

This is strictly a personal call, unrelated to any case.

Thank you.

Okay, campers.

Boat is en route to Hong Kong. FBI is going to give us a field team and transport, although I'm going in guns blazing (so to speak) for cover.

Meet in San Fran, Waterfront, Pier 14 by 2300. You're resourceful folks. Can't imagine you'll have trouble but if you do, let me know and we'll arrange it.

Suit up.

[The reply comes, not through Valarnet, but by an encrypted email under every protection Bruce could think to throw at it. He thought about 'nice bat fact' as an opening line, but with small furry animals overtaking the county, they all had better things to do than snark at each other. So, instead, he goes the simple route.]

Saw your post. I'm here.

To: Mr. Wayne's business email
( Subject: Carnival question )

To: Bruce Wayne
From: Barbara Gordon
Subject: Carnival

( Email to Bruce )

To: Bruce Wayne
From: Dick Grayson
Subject: The New Copier!


...Omigod, you have to see this! They replaced the copy machine and gave us one with working wings instead. This is is like the best thing EVER.

-Dick

(Sent to: Oliver Queen, Satele Shan, Varric Tethras, Emma Frost, Galadriel, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Regina Mills, Robert Baratheon, Robert Packer, Lorenzo Conti, Artie Nielson, Loras Tyrell, Anthony Crowley, Merrill, Ned Stark, Jamie Lannister, and Selina Kyle. The 'To' field displays only the recipient's email address; it's one of those mass-emails that blind-copies the distribution list to protect the privacy of the recipients. Likewise, the salutation auto-fills in with the name of the recipient. 'To Whom it May Concern' is so impersonal, especially when you're asking for money.)

From: Wayne, Bruce
To: [Recipient Email Address]
Subject: ( Charity Carnival )

You are smarter than this and I know it, but it bears saying: if you begin to have strange dreams, don't post about them on Valarnet. Come and talk to me instead.

( Email to Dick Grayson. )

I just saw your post. Sorry for the slow reply. I'm fine.

Bruce.

To: Grayson, Dick
From: Wayne, Bruce
Sent: April 27, 2012
Subject: ( The lounge. )