What happened

Hair sticking up every which way, shirtless, cotton pajama bottoms barely hanging onto his hips and barefooted, Bruce Wayne wandered into the kitchen early Friday morning, scratching his chest and looking a bit like a lost child in search of a glass of milk.

"Alfred ?"

"Yes, Master Bruce ?" Alfred turned from where he was up to the wrists in pancake and waffle mix. He chuckled. "Late night ?"

"Alfred." Bruce said again, yawning and stretching. "Do we have any apples ?"
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She'd found the park. But Didi could no longer remember why she needed to be there. She'd made plans, or someone had made plans. And the sun was telling her that she'd spent too long trying to find this place already - any business she might have had here was long over.

But still, she was here. The piece of metal in her hand was confusing her too. Someone had given it to her. But all she remembered about that was something to do with 2pm concerences and 4am REM cycles. And something about bats.

Fuck! Her ankh, she knew she needed her ankh. But why? What was it that was so swiftly slipping away from her grasp? She was important, she knew that. Someone important. She was Death. But... how was that possible? She was Didi. She was eighteen years old, her parents and younger brother had died in a car accident two years ago, and she'd been living on her own since, avoiding the social workers until she turned eighteen.

A dog was running up to her, tail wagging with utter glee. She kneeled down and petted him. "Hi, boy," she said, rubbing behind his ears.

To her surprise, she was not surprised when the dog answered her, telling her that Jesse was just over there and smelled worried. And that she smelled different, too. Didi nodded. "I guess I do."

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Max felt bad for lying to Alfred. Lying a hell of a lot to Alfred, come to think of it. But then, it wasn't as if he didn't know. Alfred was almost as good as Babs it seemed, the difference was that sometimes he chose not to say anything.

She almost wished that he had tried to pry more out of her tonight though. Maybe if she had her feet wouldn't have been taking her in the direction of the grandfather clock which led down into the cave. The cave was the perfect place to brood. To brood alone.

She scowled. Alfred had said everyone was out, and Tim was down there. But she could avoid Tim. The cave was big enough.

When the grandfather clock swung closed behind her there was a scribbled sign taped to the face. 'PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB. Thanks.'

Like that was going to stop anyone. It made her feel better in the meantime at least.

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Perhaps what surprised the Devil most of all was that he didn't need Jason's help in order to find home. The blonde angel only had to follow his feet, The City feeling both familiar and terrifying.

The question of where they were remained unanswered. For the first part of their journey, He Who Is Most Unclean might have sworn they were in Gotham, or perhaps London. It wasn't until the unusual pair walked closer toward the swanky night club that Lucifer swore they were right in Los Angeles. The Lux belonged in LA, of that much the Demon Prince was certain.

He was also certain of who was standing there at the door.

"Makizeen! Darling! What a pleasant surprise. You've followed me home..."

Wherever home is....

She was quite beautiful, really. Or at least the half of her that she revealed was beautiful, though this wasn't entirely fair as Lucifer was fond of every bit of her from eyeballs to entrails. For the rest of this Earth's occupants, however, the less conventional half of her face was hidden by a mask. She said nothing but smiled. It wasn't a particularly nice smile.

"I do hope you're of age, Old Sport," the blonde said to Jason. "I suppose I'll have to retrieve a more proper attire. Please, help yourself. Anything you want is on the house."

For all the Devil cared, the former Boy Wonder could have been twelve.

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