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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He nodded slowly, indeed understanding. It was sad, however, that at least he had several years of knowing and loving his parents, however little Bree had none. Of course he wasn't going to hug her or anything, he didn't even know that was the proper thing to do, or if it even was.

"So I guess we ought to make the best of this...situation then." Optimism wasn't his strong point, though. He glanced at the window, seeing how the sun was very slowly waning. What would Alfred do? "Oh. Are you hungry or anything?"

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She looked at her wristwatch and nodded. "Oui, it is time to eat." Then she frowned. "The sisters will be... be...." Her face screwed up as she searched for the word.

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"Worried?" he looked at her. "I don't know. They might not know you're missing. Sometimes when this...going into other worlds...happens, you might come back the moment you left. You might not." So much for reassurance. He got up from the bed and went for the door, and down the steps into the kitchen, not bothering to look behind him to see if she was following.

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"Excuse me, sir," her voice called to him from the room.

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He turned around, not wanting to go back the way he came. "Yes?" His voice carried through the halls.

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"I do not know what I am supposed to do."

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"Come down to the kitchen with me and we can grab a bite before...before I have to go to work."

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"Yes, sir." Small feet in leather-soled shoes trotted along the hall and down the stairs till she reached him. She slipped one tiny hand into his, then looked up at him seriously and waited for the next developement.

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Bruce stiffened when he felt the small hand take his, he wasn't expecting something like that. When he took care of Dick (who wasn't this young in the first place) he practically dropped him out on his own at the very beginning, even making him sleep in the Cave when he just came to the Manor.

"Uh..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. "This way." The kitchen wasn't too far and he took back his hand to open the refridgerator. The half-eaten apple pie was still on the Island counter, crumbs were everywhere. One could tell Alfred had not been in here that day.

"What do you like, Bree?" His head sounded muffled in the fridge. He rarely ever cooked, Alfred pretty much took care of him.

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She turned her attention from where she'd been standing on tiptoe with her hands on the counter to peek at the pie and looked at him bemusedly. "Je ne comprende pas."

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"To eat," he said with a sigh and a slight air of 'why me?' He saw that she was peeking at the pie.

"Hey, you want pie for dinner? It's okay, I mean Alfred isn't here and I don't mind if you have a slice."

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She blinked and looked up at where the pie was, then back at him as though she thought he'd lost his mind. Nonetheless, he was an adult, and he'd offered. "Yes, please, Mr."

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"Uh, Bree, just call me Bruce."

She gave him a confused, odd look, but accepted. This was slightly surprising, he thought she actually would resist. He shrugged, opening a drawer and rummaging around in it messily for a pie cutter (he had been eating straight out of the pan with a fork, and it had literally been half-eaten) and grabbed a plate sitting on the counter. He cut a slice and found a fork, and handed it rather unceremoniously to Bree.

"Want somethin' to drink? Water, milk, juice?"