Detective-Verse. In stately Wayne Manor.

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It was late afternoon, the sun was a deep golden yellow even though the hour was still early, as late fall was wont to do. The shadows were long in the quiet manor, silence permeating every inch of the estate. No sounds of footsteps, no voices, nothing. The only sound was the thunk of the refridgerator opening as a heavy hand reached out to grab a carton of milk. Bruce glanced around, even though he knew Alfred was not around, and drank right out of the carton. Something he couldn't do when the gentleman was here. Feeling a bit juvinile, he stuffed the milk back into the 'fridge and on second though, reached in for some leftover apple pie. He had a couple hours to kill before dusk--a few rare hours--and wanted to keep up his strength, work on a few leads down in the cave on the computer, and add a few new toys to the 'mobile. He was still musing on his odd visit to that 'universe', and was thus a bit absentminded at the moment.

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"My friends call me Bree," she said without turning from where she sat cross-legged on the bed facing the window. "And you said that I... have? Have to stay here. So I am staying here."

Gone to her room and meditating, like the Sisters would have had her do for backtalking to an adult.

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Bruce really needed some caffeine right now, or an aspirin. Did what he thought just happened...happened? A little girl moved into his house just now? A little girl who happened to be a version of himself?

"Bree, this is...this is uh, kinda odd for me too." He came around the bed and hesitated, then awkwardly sat on the bed next to her. "Won't you miss your parents?"

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"I have no parents." Her eyes remained focused on her folded hands. "They died when I was a baby."

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Well, that was a new development in this whole twisted Wayne-alternate story. He hadn't met one before that had lost their parents so early. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "Where do you live now?"

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"I live at the school in Nice." She looked up curiously. "Why are you sorry?"

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Well, that explained the French. His eyebrows furrowed once more. "Because I know what it's like not to have any. And it's what people say when one tells that someone they loved died. A lot of times people don't mean it." Some dark memory in his eyes. "It's just some kind word that won't take the pain away. But I know what it's like, so I truly am...sorry."