a million points of light ascending to the sky

[caballero]

Who: Bruce Wayne and Hasibe Ozcelik.
What: Bruce (not Tom - not yet) seeks out a friend, and hopes she remembers him.
Where: Hasi's apartment.
When: A few days after Bruce's arrival (~today).
Notes: Surprise, they have nexus history.
Warnings: TBA? References to BDSM.. immediately, welcome to these two.

It's not until Bruce is actually standing just outside the apartment door, hand poised to knock, that he thinks, What am I going to do if she doesn't remember?

There's no despair in that thought; he'd be regretful, sure, and he'd miss their friendship, but the question he asks himself is not an emotional one. It's a strategic one. He's found her address, walked all the way over here, watched to make sure it was her, went about his business for a day, come all the way back - and now he's standing outside her apartment door, near knocking, under the assumption that either she'll remember or she won't and this will be comforting or it'll be, well, fine. He's not letting himself inspect the emotional motivation behind wanting her to remember, wanting her to be the Hasi he knows. He hasn't seen her in a while, not since she was standing in on fundraisers with him, and he's pretty sure he owes her at least one birthday favor. It doesn't really matter if she remembers or not, except that if she doesn't, he looks significantly more like a crazy person right now, and he's already got a bit of a penchant for that to begin with. He doesn't need the help. He's perfectly okay with life and the universe if she doesn't, if no one does.

But he's already given one coffee shop barista the name Tom, and he's not sure how he feels about it.

It doesn't matter. (Yes it does.)

Maybe he just wants to know, all right. It's intelligence.

He knocks, and then leans back on the hallway railing, looking somewhere in between a man who doesn't really care where he is, and a trapped animal.

Comments

[norea]

She knows before she even opens the door. Bruce has a particular aura, unique even for a human, so when the door does swing open, there's less surprise in her eyes than he might have been anticipating. She regards him for a moment, taking in his expression (the trapped vibe doesn't escape her), and then she smiles at him in her familiarly flirtatious Hasibe fashion, the grin that suggests intimacy and rule-breaking and all kinds of good-bad-dangerous things.

"If you got yourself sent here to try to keep me out of trouble," she says, "you should have brought the rope."

...Hasibe Ozcelik, ladies and not-so-gentlemen.

Then she moves forward to give him a goddamn hug whether he likes it or not.