Unexpected Guest(s?).
Mar. 25th, 2011 07:11 pm Bruce had been sent home, more or less, by Terry. His own son had straight up told him to go home and rest, that he and Damian would handle the patrols of the other dimension and make sure THAT Bruce was staying down, as he was told (but surely not without some force). It wasn't as though Bruce didn't have things to do in his own time and dimension anyway, a few having to do with the other, information he had to gather from the data base in hopes of getting these murders figured out and one less things on the other Bruce's plate to worry about.
So far, he had nothing. That was a disheartening feeling.
And granted, he didn't just need to research, he probably did need the rest. Damned if he was going to let that keep him from what needed to be done, however.
Other people were worse off than him right now and that was the important factor in all of this.
Glancing over the computer holo displays, Bruce noticed the warning up in the corner. A rift had been opened. Strange, only he and Tony had the capabilities in this dimension to do that, aside from Zee...
So far, he had nothing. That was a disheartening feeling.
And granted, he didn't just need to research, he probably did need the rest. Damned if he was going to let that keep him from what needed to be done, however.
Other people were worse off than him right now and that was the important factor in all of this.
Glancing over the computer holo displays, Bruce noticed the warning up in the corner. A rift had been opened. Strange, only he and Tony had the capabilities in this dimension to do that, aside from Zee...
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Date: 2011-03-26 02:32 am (UTC)Though as he opened his eyes, Bruce discovered that he had traded going to bed with Harvey in the pocket dimension for waking up in his own bed, without him. His throat seized dryly, he could remember them all ... he could remember!
Throwing the sheets off, even as they vined around his ankle, causing him to stumble as he dragged them off the bed and across the floor with him, Bruce picked up the nearest pen and piece of paper and began to write short hand notes before the memory of the place was stripped from his mind. Everyone else had been from his future (or that of another universe), he had listened to their stories and experiences and now, Bruce had the opportunity to adjust certain errors ... he wouldn't have to make the same mistakes ... as long as he could remember.
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