Looking out the two story window, Bruce could see the yellow hue to Gotham city in the distance. The slight drizzle of rain against the window brought back memories ... ending the riot at Arkham Asylum, only to be transported to another dimension on his way home. He stood like this for some time, sharp eyes searching the darkness until he was satisfied.
"Like myself, I doubt you put much stock in fate or density, regardless of our associates that deal in such realms." Bruce began, though did not look back at the other man as he spoke. "But I cannot help but feel there must be some further value to be gained from this."
"Instead of being returned directly to my home, I was introduced to you."
Finally he took his eyes of his beloved city and turned towards the other man, very much the businessman. "What do you make of that? Or is there value in such things to you."
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Date: 2011-03-28 02:27 am (UTC)"Like myself, I doubt you put much stock in fate or density, regardless of our associates that deal in such realms." Bruce began, though did not look back at the other man as he spoke. "But I cannot help but feel there must be some further value to be gained from this."
"Instead of being returned directly to my home, I was introduced to you."
Finally he took his eyes of his beloved city and turned towards the other man, very much the businessman. "What do you make of that? Or is there value in such things to you."