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tushanshu2013-05-09 10:38 am
003 - Besides, by and large she was having a very good time.
[AUDIO, public. Una sounds as composed and friendly as ever, her cut-glass accent as reassuring as a BBC news anchor's.]
To those of you I've not met before—hello. My name's Una Persson. I'd like to canvass the foreigner population here with just a brief question—who here is familiar with time travel, in the world from which they come? I'll be quite transparent: it's something with which I'm very familiar, and I'm curious to know who else is as well. Should you prefer to discuss this face-to-face, I live in the Wood sector. [A pause.] And if you're familiar with the technology behind it, I'd be especially interested in hearing from you.
[TEXT, separate messages sent privately to Bruce Wayne and Dorian Gray, basic encryption. Subsequent to her conversation with Iorveth, after his fail!private post.]
You may recall that there was a name in my notes that I showed you. Do not speak it out loud and be very careful with whom you share it.
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[Also flirting.]
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[Which is in and of itself a dangerous thought, and Bruce... he knows himself well enough to recognize when someone is becoming a threat to him. Not through violence or danger, but through his own unnecessary closeness to them. And Una reminds him so very much of Sasha.
(With a self-flagellating sort of amusement, he wonders if he could hire her as a body guard, or if that's too much like nursing a dark cliche.)
Revealing who he was to Sasha was a way of keeping her at arm's length. Of guarding his heart, which is so much less vulnerable as Batman as it is as Bruce Wayne. It was a chess move. Letting her think she had come into the knowledge due to her own intelligence and savvy (and she was intelligent and savvy, that was the honest problem) rather than him simply planting evidence for her to find.
He pulled her in close, showed her the life, trained her, and then, between Luthor and David Cain, nearly lost everything.
He's the same age his father was when he died, and he's tired of losing things. But he's too set in his ways to change, and damnit, he knows it. So he simply lifts a hand to rub against his cheekbone and up under his eye on one side.]
I can't believe I've been so remiss in my manners. Are you interested in dinner?
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Of course. I thought you'd never ask. [Teasing, lightly.]
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[It's easy enough that he's learned how to make it even in Alfred's absence.]
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[He misses Alfred more than he even has words for. It's worse than the year the man took off to go exploring.]
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Terrible. Now I feel positively obligated—though that's no hardship. [She grins.] Lead on. I'll see if I can keep you afloat.
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I'm all out of meat, but I do have some pressed tofu equivalent that tastes decent when it's deep-fried. Would that work?
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I know the stuff. That's perfectly fine. And any Scotsman will tell you—anything is palatable when deep-fried.
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[But he's laughing, and he sets to the meal. It goes swimmingly, all things considered, and they flirt throughout the night. When it's time for his patrol, he makes his pleasant excuses and ushers her out the door.]
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