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Who: Bruce Wayne and You, also Batman and you!
What: Catch-All for the month of October.
Where: Outside Wechester Enterprises, around the city, rooftops
When: Batman portions are night! Otherwise any time for the others!

OCTOBER 5TH ~ THE GREENS.
The sudden change of landscape made Bruce Wayne even more paranoid and unsure of the area they were in. Beachville was nice - almost like a summer paradise. However, Wechester City reminded him more of his own home. Gotham City. He had to wonder if there were corrupt cops, mobsters running the city, and a gallery of rogues that seemed insane to anyone who didn't know the city. He hoped not.

However... Wechester Enterprises had caught his attention ever since it appeared. It reminded him of his own multi-billion dollar company back home. He needed a job and running his own company seemed like a good enough resume to get in. It would let him poke around and see what was going on inside the company that just appeared seemingly over night. Maybe even find some clues to why these fluxes and everything happened.

For now though, he is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the crisp weather. With one cup from Starkbucks of course.

OCTOBER WHENEVER ~ THE ROOFTOPS OF THE CITY.
It took evidence to show that he had to don the Suit. Enough shady dealings inside the company to make him warrant potentially needing to go in as the Bat. Even now he isn't too sure that he needed to go in as the Bat. Instead he is simply staking out on rooftops near by. Enough to get the idea of the Bat roaming around. If Wechester Cityt was like Gotham... then there was a chance they'd need the Bat.

Otherwise he'd just simply go back to the shadows and be out when needed. Maybe this was something like the White Portuguese... then maybe it only called for the real mask. Bruce Wayne.

OCTOBER WHENEVER ~ PICK IT!
(Have an idea we've plotted out? Go ahead and hit me up here!)

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Despite having only been in Beachville for a few days, it was impossible not to notice the difference between there and Wechester. The atmosphere felt off, and the people were more hostile. And while he didn't want to assume the worst, there was something he couldn't really shake about the city. It wasn't exactly his Spider-sense, but it wasn't something he felt should be ignored.

Plus, a stake-out on a building rooftop was a good enough reason to put on the suit. A little more practice couldn't hurt.

If his eyesight was good, or maybe his Spider-Senses, the kid would of seen a figure on the rooftop across the way. Large, hulking, hunched over as he watched. For now the Bat was only interested in watching. He may not need to move at all. Maybe his paranoia was getting the best of him.

Though it rarely did.

His Spider-sense definitely picked up something before his eyes did. And knowing that it wasn't quite normal for people to be lurking on rooftops (his own presence on the roof was proof enough on its own), he quickly slipped into invisibility to sneak closer.

While on the rooftops at one points he might notice someone else on a rooftop. The creepy - was it even still a castle? - old building had an array of more lightning rods than one would expect a building that size would need.

And for multiple nights after the change, there would be a woman with a large tool belt up on that roof, climbing on and around the lightning rods. Odd as that was, sometimes small things would be floating around her as she worked. And if he got close enough he might also hear some odd noise that wasn't quite music, but wasn't anything he'd recognize otherwise.

Alice had been terrified to go back to school after the storm, more because of the storm and less because of a new city landscape. But with the storm gone...

So too was Beachville. Or apparently, it had always been that way. When school was done, everyone had looked at her like she was mad when she had asked if the town always changed after a storm.

It was a familiar feeling.

So she wanted some fresh air. This was like London, she had seen pictures of how dirty and crowded London was. Oxford wasn't like that at all.

But a park was a park no matter where you went, thank goodness. Her backpack on, she bounced over to the familiar face and smiled at him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne!"

Edited 2020-10-04 19:43 (UTC)

The Bat doesn't have super human senses. All he has instead is his gut instincts and his genius intellect with some detective skills. He can tell when there is someone near by -- simply because he is used to others walking behind him.

He stands fully and turns just enough so his gaze can go over his shoulder. He won't call out whoever is with him on the rooftop. So far, they haven't presented themselves as friend or foe.

After a few nights, the Bat decides to investigate.

He steps from the shadows, allowing his cape to cover his frame entirely. He raises his eyebrows as he watches the woman climb up and up, noting how she moves around them. He doesn't say anything to announce himself. Most people will just realize he is there anyways.

"Good afternoon, Alice."

Bruce had several kinds of smiles. Usually the one people saw was the one of the flirty playboy. The rarer, gentler, more genuine one? That was the one that Alice received. He found her innocence a breath of fresh air after how life in Gotham had been. In a lot of ways, he supposed that this was the chance he should of given Superman. For all the issues the Kryptonian caused? He seemed to have the same sort of "good" outlook on life.

Or maybe he was reading too much into things.

"I take it you're on your way home from school?"

She was too focused to notice him, however she wasn't alone on the roof. It was just that the things with her weren't obviously alive until one got that close. One of the floating things turned to him soon after he arrived. Then others started to. They looked like pocket watches with faces instead of faces, small jointed arms and legs, and helicopter rotors coming out of the top where one would usually wind a watch.

Then from the trap door she probably used to get onto the roof came a small squarish one came out. It marched right up to Batman as though their sizes were reversed. "I HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO KILL TRESPASSERS! PREPARE TO DIE FOOLISH MORTAL!"

The woman had paused in her odd humming, and so heard that. She headed over. "No, you have not," she said, coldly.

"I have!" the small thing insisted. "By your ancestors."

"Semantics, I rescinded that permission and you know it," she snapped, making it to where they were. She glanced at him. "On one hand, sorry about my castle, on another, any particular reason you are trespassing on my rooftops?" she asked, overly large wrench over one shoulder, something that was probably a weapon on her hip.

He freezes in place, despite still being invisible. He doesn't think the figure can really see him, but he won't be surprised if they can sense him somehow.

He's hoping to avoid a fight if possible, but he keeps his guard up anyway as he takes a step or two closer.

Tandy doesn't trust Wechester Enterprises, not one bit. Maybe it had something to do with her own experience with a large, corrupt corporation but she can't help thinking that the sudden appearance of the company is a bad omen too.

She doesn't risk going inside though. For the most part, she just hangs around outside at different times of the day, quietly watching and tracking whatever she can. There are times when she skirts along the perimeter, keeping an eye out for cameras or security guards while she tries to get a rough idea of the outside layout.

This time, she is standing near some park benches with her hands in her pockets and frowning to herself as she eyes the building.

"I am, I... am a bit lost though," she knew her way home when it was Beachville, but this? The entire city was... too much.

"I've never been in a city like this before... I'm glad I somehow found my way to the park, though."

"We both know you're there." The heavily altered voice came from the man in the cowl. A neutral voice, neither angry nor surprised, but certainly intimidating by design.

Ancestors.

The Bat's face remained stoic as ever. He merely glanced down at the small mechanical watchdog before side stepping as to show he meant no harm. Though he had his doubts that it would be enough.

"Castle?" He asked, voice heavily modded by the microphone deep within the suit. It made him sound unnatural -- mystical. It disguised the voice of Bruce Wayne perfectly. "Investigating the city that wasn't here before. Including your... castle."

He gave her a small smile before standing up. He folded his coat over, making sure to button it comfortably. A few steps forward he was beside her.

"I think I might be able to help with that." Bruce nodded to the city. "Gotham is a bit like this city."

"It's foreboding, isn't it?" Bruce asked as he came to stand upside. "Something about the place just doesn't sit right."

Corruption, foul play, lies, mob support. Bruce was sure all of it was apart of it. It was a typical M.O. of Gotham City. Of course, maybe it wasn't the exact same, but... something similar.

"Not sure why my Castle is here. Or why I am for that matter, but most people would investigate by ringing the doorbell," she said unimpressed, though she was curious about the voice. She had an interest these days in vocal harmonics, due to recent happenings. But not enough interest to give ground just yet. Had he an interesting death ray, however....

"I've never even been to London, but I'm told you can't even see the sky at the top of the tallest building..." Although, Victorian London was such a case from industrialization and pollution, though Alice didn't know that. "This feels a bit like that..." she instinctively reached up to hold his hand.

"I'm glad I found you."

Edited 2020-10-07 04:27 (UTC)

Beast has been most reluctant to leave his home. Some people here seemed to be alright with his outward appearance but there was always the possibility there would be someone who would be shocked. That could lead to attention of the worst kind.

So Beast had made a habit of only coming out at night until he could be sure everything would be alright otherwise. It was easy to scale up to the rooftops of places when one had claws that could easily sink into the architecture. So there he was, a figure skulking about eight-feet tall and with a cape on.

"The point is to not know I'm coming, or that I'm even here."

He only existed when it was useful anyways.

"What does this Castle of yours do?"

"Hm. You can see the sky of Gotham just fine. Though there are plenty of skyscrapers like this." He gestures to one of them.

Bruce pauses at the fact she's grabbed his hand. It takes him a moment to ease in to it, but he holds her hand back securely. "Do you not know many people here?"

"Skyscrapers... a very fine word for them. They certainly look like they do," she gave his hand a little squeeze.

"I don't know, what do you consider 'many people,' Mr. Wayne? Because if it means more than 10, than no, I don't, but if it should mean less than that, I would say I do know a good many. But many does feel like it should be at least a dozen or so."

Alice had been one thing. Snow White another. Even Superman had been another.

Why seeing the hulking beast figure made him uncomfortable... he had no idea. Maybe this place is making him slip. Or maybe he's already lost his mind and he is in Arkham, in the cell next to Lex Luthor. Either way, the six-foot-two bat shaped cowl wearing man watches the Beast scale the building.

Once he reaches the top, Beast takes a moment to look at the city beneath him. This place is strange, even moreso considering he hasn't traveled far beyond his castle in about nine years.

Then there's a whiff of something in the air and Bruce is going to see something a little odd. Sniff. Sniff sniff. He lifts his head up, trying to catch the scent of someone who is close by like a dog or a wolf would. That's right, he's trying to smell Batman out.

A curious brow raises underneath the mask; something to alter the voice was actually not a bad idea. But even with the modified voice, he can't help feeling something...familiar about the figure.

Was that his Spider-sense? Could his Spider-senses even do that?

"You'll forgive me if I'm feeling a bit shy," he answers, deepening his voice as much as he could. Staying invisible, he took a few more steps closer. "I'd probably feel more comfortable once we've gotten to know each other a little more."

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