ota | april log.

[menarebrave]

Who: Bruce Wayne / Batman, Diana Prince, Richard Gansey III, Miles Morales.
What: Various threads for the month of April! Will be edited to include more if needed.
Where: Driftcrest - Bruce's home, Out and About, Dream Time
When: Night of various days.


@ DIANA PRINCE
I'LL SELL MY SOUL TO DREAM YOU WIDE AWAKE

( continued from here )

[ It was something of a comfort that the Diana Prince on the network was the one from his own reality. That was what the deductions had led him to anyways. The way their conversation flowed, the choice words used to elude to previous conversations. She, unlike the other newest member, had seemed to of at least lived through what he had. The Doomsday fight. The funeral. The aftermath of it all.

He had considered the notion a few times of people from his reality finally landing themselves in these odd bunch of realities. It was just a matter of time by process of elimination. Had he expected Diana -- Clark? No, he couldn't say he had. He figured maybe some of those he had fought in the past... but never people that had been allies. Even if it had been temporary.

Routine took over the moment he entered the house he had now called home. The keys and communications device tossed to the small dish in the area that acted as the living room. He even turned it off. Not that he thought it would do much in the end. The damn thing could probably turn on and off. Maybe he should find Jerry and see if he could get a spare.

The interior colors were something that would be far more expected of Bruce Wayne. He had grown accustomed to the darker colors and the idea of an open viewed house. Living in one for twenty years did that to a man. He took off the suit jacket, vest, and tie as he made his way into the closet in the bedroom. On came something more comfortable for the night. No point in getting suits dirty when he had promised someone dinner.

Even if there was a mild sense of panic raging in the back of his mind as he set about preparing dinner. ]

@ MILES MORALES (BLOOD, BvS SPOILS)
DEFLATE, THE MYSTERY OF LIVING

[ Dreams of a dark nature aren't uncommon for Bruce Wayne. Even more so the sort that speak of potential dark futures. Whispers of Earth becoming a wasteland, flying demon like soldiers, and the once great Superman killing all in his way. When the dreams of ever changing landscapes and now caves haunt him? It's really of no surprise.

Bruce makes his way towards what looks like a cave. He eyes the familiar looking shadows. The words they repeat ring his ears: 'Break it, break it, break it.'

He slips down an ice patch of the cavern. Bruce catches himself in time, only to realize he's in a familiar blue suit. He stares down at himself for a moment. That's when he sees the wound on his arm that had been turned to ice at one point. It's open now, bleeding freely. ]

Shit.

[ Echoing in his ears is the sound of voices. Mother, father, Dick, Alfred, even the Crown Prince of Crime and his Harlequin. Over and over they repeat until he moves to turn a corner. Then, there's an earth shattering hum. He freezes out of instinct, a familiar distinct sound of fear running through him. The sound echoes in his head, consuming everything around him. He stumbles forward still until finally he sees a box--

--then the sound of crashing. Buildings falling, screaming, only to be replaced with new voices. 'Break it, break it, break it!'

'Bruce, PLEASE! You don't UNDERSTAND!' Clark.

He shuts his eyes tightly, turning his head away as all the sounds and voices reach an apex all at once in his head. He can feel the blood running down his arm and into the snow below him. He almost feels like he's about to fall over.

Then, it stops.

Bruce opens his eyes to find someone else in front of him then. He must look like a mess to the younger man staring at him. Dust covering the blue suit, hair wind swept, blood staining his shirt, pants, and the snow underneath him. Not to mention the heavy breathing. ]

...Miles?

@ RICHARD GANSEY III
WITH ME, DISASTER FINDS A PLAYFIELD

[ There has been a deep seated worry Bruce has had over Gansey's reaction to Evie being taken by the Unseen. He understands the rage, the fear, the sense of powerlessness. As his father figure had once said: 'It turns good men cruel.'

Bruce has walked that path and he's determined to not see someone else he knows walk it. He refuses to see someone as consumed as he had become. They don't need more martyrs or sacrifices. They don't need petty fights that rip things apart and cost the world the most precious things.

All of it is precisely why the Bat is watching as Gansey makes his way in the snow. He jumps from the small roof to land in the snow, his cloak framing his body as he stands. The Bat does nothing else. He waits for Gansey to realize he is there.

Then, hopefully, they can talk. ]

Comments

[affection_for_research]

[That's not something Gansey expected him to admit while he's not in his role as Bruce Wayne. He goes with it, not showing any reaction, turning over the situation carefully to see if there's a solution.]

Could you get people inside the company that could help?

My connections are more attuned to historical information, not scientific, but if we're working toward a goal that's wanted, the locals might be willing to let someone borrow lab space for research.

I don't know if any of us who were brought here are scientists. That might be something we need to track. Then we'll know what skills are available, if they're needed.

[He can't quite stop himself from giving him an amused look.]

Do I really seem like someone who would interrogate someone?

[Maybe Ghost would, but Gansey's not Ghost... unfortunately.]

As far as I know my magic doesn't harm anyone. I just ask or command someone and - [He makes a vague gesture, not really sure how any of it works. Adam and Ronan's magic seems easier to explain than his own.] - they'll tell me. Or do what I ask. That's part of the reason why it's dangerous.

[menarebrave]

[ They're both aware of who he is under the cowl. There is no one else in sight, meaning their conversation can and will just stay between them. ]

Maybe. Wechester already has his eyes on several things we do. That could be harder than it's worth.

[ An idea nonetheless. One he's going to keep in mind. ]

I was planning on setting up a information ring. A way we can all keep in contact and share information with one another. Skill sets should be included in that - just in case.

[ The Batman glances at him. ]

You'd be surprised what people are capable of when they are pressed in certain directions.

[ He'd know from experience. ]

The power of forced suggestion?