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Entry tags:
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † agent carolina,
- † bruce wayne,
- † cassandra cain,
- † charles xavier,
- † clark kent,
- † death the kid,
- † dick grayson,
- † favrielle nó eglantine,
- † jason todd,
- † kon-el,
- † miranda lawson,
- † olivia dunham,
- † pepper potts,
- † peter parker (animated),
- † stephanie brown,
- † tommy shepherd
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Well, this is... embarrassing, if I do say so myself.
[He laughs a little, just to prove how completely embarrassed he is. Look. Do you see his embarrassment? Because it's totally there.]
Here it is, almost literally the eve of this masquerade and I find myself without a date. I hope none of you gentlemen mind me cutting in on you when the time comes.
[His tone is a little at odds with his expression, which is patently apologetic. His voice, however, is steeped in savoir-faire. Because what playboy wouldn't be happy to go stag amidst a party of beautiful women, I mean really.]
And on that note, I would officially like to extend my gratitude to Favrielle nó Eglantine for making this event a possibility in the first place, and for sharing this aspect of her culture with us. She's been a rock of our community for some months now, and she deserves every ounce of recognition her genius affords her.
[encrypted; AGENT CAROLINA | hackable]
Carolina, would you be interested in coming with? As a bodyguard of sorts, a strictly professional basis.
[encrypted; OLIVIA DUNHAM | hackable]
I don't suppose you're feeling up to a dance or two? I cut a mean tango.
[encrypted; BAT!DICK | unhackable]
Keep an eye on the newcomers.
[It goes without saying that Bruce is suspicious of both Tim and Jason, oops.]
[encrypted; ROBIN!DICK | unhackable]
I need to speak with you.
[He laughs a little, just to prove how completely embarrassed he is. Look. Do you see his embarrassment? Because it's totally there.]
Here it is, almost literally the eve of this masquerade and I find myself without a date. I hope none of you gentlemen mind me cutting in on you when the time comes.
[His tone is a little at odds with his expression, which is patently apologetic. His voice, however, is steeped in savoir-faire. Because what playboy wouldn't be happy to go stag amidst a party of beautiful women, I mean really.]
And on that note, I would officially like to extend my gratitude to Favrielle nó Eglantine for making this event a possibility in the first place, and for sharing this aspect of her culture with us. She's been a rock of our community for some months now, and she deserves every ounce of recognition her genius affords her.
[encrypted; AGENT CAROLINA | hackable]
Carolina, would you be interested in coming with? As a bodyguard of sorts, a strictly professional basis.
[encrypted; OLIVIA DUNHAM | hackable]
I don't suppose you're feeling up to a dance or two? I cut a mean tango.
[encrypted; BAT!DICK | unhackable]
Keep an eye on the newcomers.
[It goes without saying that Bruce is suspicious of both Tim and Jason, oops.]
[encrypted; ROBIN!DICK | unhackable]
I need to speak with you.
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One in particular has him moving a little slower than usual today, though he hides it well. A knife wound, down through the subcutaneous layers, just nicking the latissimus dorsi through his kevlar/nomex uniform. The strength and precision of the blow surprised him. If it had been an upward thrust instead of a slash it would have penetrated a kidney. And due to its placement, it was hell to stitch closed.
He could have asked any one of his Bats to do it, but he wasn't in the mood. He'd simply set up a mirror and done the best job he could. He cleaned it, stitched it, applied a dressing over top, bandaged the whole thing together and forgot it ever happened.
Which is why he's balancing a tray of food (Keeliai doesn't have the resources necessary to make 'take-out bags' a component of day-to-day life, and Bruce promised to return the tray later) in his arms as he knocks on Favrielle's door with a very awkward elbow. This is a man for whom getting shot is a commonplace occurrence but managing lunch is rather beyond him.]
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She opens the front door with a smile on her face, because as much as this is her work, her work brings her joy. And she's all the more pleased to do it for someone who truly appreciates her work. Bruce isn't just one of her best clients, but one of her favorites, and a friend besides.
Seeing him balancing the tray of food makes her smile drop a moment as she immediately reaches out for it.]
Here, let me take that.
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[The comment is offhandedly self-deprecating, and his relief almost palpable as she takes the tray and he lets himself in.]
They didn't have any take-out containers, so I improvised.
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You improvise well enough, Bruce. [With a smile, she holds out a hand again.] Shall I take your coat?
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[He shrugs it off with only a little stiffness to the motion. A selfish indulgence, acknowledging his pain.]
How's your day gone so far?
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[Explaining things over and over again is becoming tiresome, especially with so much work to be done. She huffs a small sight, but her eyes catch something in his movements. Favrielle's done enough fittings for him to notice something is off. She takes the coat, but not without a narrowing of her eyes.]
What happened to you?
[And oh, there is nothing to her tone to suggest that she's asking him if something did happen. She already knows something must have, for his movements to be like that.]
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[He still isn't capable of being wholly Batman around her, so the words are accompanied by a slight flicker in his expression. Conflicted.]
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So Favrielle simply leads him from the front door, hangs his jacket in a nearby coat closet, and offers him a seat.]
Then it would seem both of us have worked up an appetite.
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Lucky I brought extra, then.
[And he's back to his usual charming self.]
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[She accepts the pulled out chair with a nod and murmured thanks, and after serving some food for both of them, starts to eat. Conversation remains light throughout the meal.
Favrielle asks Bruce about how he's been keeping busy, what has been happening with his business, and carefully avoids talk of anything related to his masked activities. Instead, when the conversation draws to a lull she mentions how plans for the masquerade are progressing, what one person asked to have made, or what another person chose for colors for their mask.
By the end of the meal, she carefully wipes her mouth with a napkin and rises to her feet.]
Well then, should we see to your fitting?
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[He says this with a helpless, casual little shrug. It's accompanied by a charming smile -- Bruce does so enjoy the company of strong women. He stands as well (an automatic courtesy) and sweeps his hand towards the stairs towards her studio.]
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This is fairly routine by this point, and Favrielle doesn't waste time leaving the room to let him change but rather stays to prepare the garments themselves, intending to stand by to assist as unobtrusively as possible without going so far as to dress him. She stands not far off with the first item in hand.]
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He nods to the en-suite bathroom.]
Do you mind if I take a moment to use your facilities before we start?
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No, of course not.
[But even as she says it, she's stepping forward to get a look at the garment that's stained. Recognition is obvious on her face as she realizes what it might be, and she quickly moves around him to get a look at his sides and back to look for the source...]
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Favrielle--
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I suppose you did these stitches yourself?
[Her tone is a bit...flat.]
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What gave it away?
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What doesn't?
[The stitches would be done well if not for the angle, and considering how secretive he is...]
They need to be redone.
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[He can get one of his bats to see to it. Stephanie, probably.]
I'm sorry for wasting your time, Favrielle.
[He smiles, all charm, and reaches to pull his shirt back on, plainly intent on leaving.]
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You can't be thinking I'm going to let you walk out of here wearing that mess on your back, much less with your shirt stained like that.
[If she can hand-stitch the finest and most fragile silk, surely she can handle skin.]
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These affairs [meaning his back and the injuries thereon] aren't a part of your life. I've no intention of making them so.
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[She looks up at him with a serious expression.]
The stain needs to soak and you need to not ruin the shirts I make for you. Is it better for you to sit or lay down?
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It's not a matter of comfort. Whatever is more convenient for you.
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Here then, have a seat.
[Giving his back a brief look, she turns away toward the floor's restroom where she has some fabric cleaning supplies. She'll get it set to soak before attending to his back.]
Once I'm done we'll see to your fitting.
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[Meant in the 'mercenary' sense of the word more than the 'merchant' one. Though in this instance at least they're about equally applicable.
But note. He sits.]
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