someone's mouth said, "paint them all red"

[caballero]

Who: Bruce Wayne "Tom" and you?
What: Some new stuff and some old stuff; there are a couple of thread starters but otherwise it's totally open.
Where: Various places - default starter is Bonetown, but if you'd like to bump into Kermit elsewhere, ping me to wrangle an idea, the world is our oyster.
Notes: I want your CR and I want your revenge. Tho I apologize ahead of time - Bruce is not really proactive socially so if you want to hurl your character at him you might have to be the one to poke him with a stick. Also his permissions post has been updated, so if you haven't interacted with him before it's worth a read. I'M SORRY THIS CHARACTER IS SO DIFFICULT.
Warnings: TBA.

Bonetown, despite all political hardships and polarized status compared to other cantons - hell, much of the city - has managed to carry on relatively securely. Bruce appreciates the population of paranoid hermits, nonpowered nonEarthlings, and scientists and alchemists working to fail-safe their material, locked in a bubble free of interference. The salves and bandages he can pick up near his flat, made from all natural products originating from planets he's heard of and ones he hasn't, fill his medicine cabinet to overflowing; sometimes these old mothers look at him over the rims of their glasses and inspect the bruises on his hands with something like skeptical judgment, and he doesn't begrudge them that. He doesn't look like a hippie and never will, feelings deep in his heart aside.

Today's a mystery tea day. He can't pronounce what he got (yet), but the donut in the accompanying bag is laughably mundane (rainbow jimmies). The riverbank that overlooks the three-way split is good for the view, and also scoping out chaos at the arena across the way. He'll sit there for a while, then melt back into the crowds.

Comments

[caballero]

"So does the baseball bat in your duffel bag." Because, really, he thinks she's probably just as likely to ask him out for coffee as knee him in the junk. (And yet he still seems mildly entertained.) "I'm keeping you from something." But what?

[betterthansubpoenas]

Now the corner of her mouth ticks upward. "Nothing that can't wait." She stands up a little straighter, which doesn't really do enough to make up for what she lacks in height, even in those high heeled boots of hers. "Though I could break a few things in Shore's office for not taking your case, if it'll make you feel better."

[caballero]

"The thought's enough, but thank you." Even as she inches closer, stepping and posturing like that, he doesn't move; maybe he'll get clocked. He thinks about it for a second, but-

-he's actually trying to get somewhere with the guy in the office, so he does step back, finally, as if to let her pass. "I'm sure I'll see you around."

Soon, if Shore has anything to say about it, he's starting to think. An interesting coincidence, this.

[betterthansubpoenas]

That he does stand his ground is a point in his favour. Kalinda nods graciously when he steps back, keeping with the illusion that it's more like granting her access to the office. "Maybe you'll call me this time," she chides. She doesn't mean it, and she certainly doesn't think he'll call. "Or you can start looking in dark alleys until you find me again."

And the baseball bat in her duffel bag. "Be seeing you." When she turns to head inside, it's to give him a very delberate view of the sway of her hips in that skirt.

[caballero]

The dark knight might not be human, but Bruce Wayne certainly is (and it's easier when he's acting), so if she's going to be deliberate - well. He's not going to argue.

"I'll look forward to it." He steps passed her, heading out onto the street - and off into the utterly un-mysterious afternoon light.