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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"Yes, sir," she said obediently, then tilted her head back to look at the whispering upper recesses of the cave. "He's like the Count of Monte Christo," she told God in French. "Like the heroes from the books. Thank You for answering my prayers. I will do my best to right wrongs and protect the people."

Solomnly she crossed herself, then settled down to sit cross-legged on the cold floor and listen to the sounds of the Cave.

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It didn't take long for him to quickly tailor the little leftover Robin uniform, he never thought he'd be using one of these again, it was of course, a different style from Tim's or even when Stephanie had one. Alfred was decidedly better at this sort of thing than himself, since time and need had precedence over style. But soon it had a skirt and he dug up the tights, and grabbed a couple wads of cloth to stuff in the infamous 'pixie boots' since they were a little big for her. He didn't even need to measure her or anything, he had sized her up as soon as he had seen her. His mind was whirling, on the proper way to be able to even patrol with her around. She wasn't trained...the Batmobile would be her only protection...he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, to say the least.

"Bree? Put this on. You can change in the back." He tossed the clothes at her and placed the boots at her feet.

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She shrugged and changed right where she was, not wanting to waste time. Besides, the sisters had made sure she had an undershirt and modest pants for just such a reason as changeroom and dorms. Uniform in place, she stood before him at attention, her blue eyes serious as she looked up at him.

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He paused to take in the bright little sight before him. He honestly didn't know what he felt, what he should feel. Guilty, for having her do this? Elated, that he would be helping her to become what she might possibly be in the future? He held out a domino mask in his hand, and placed it in hers.

"Never. Ever. Take this off, no matter what. You can never let anyone know who you really are in this costume."

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"Oui, I know." She pressed it to her face and looked up at him again through the lenses. "You are the Bat Man. And I... ?" One black brow quirked.

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"Robin. Of course." He cringed inwardly, Tim would be ticked if he had found out. But what else could she possibly be? Mini-Batgirl?

Or worse: mini-me?

He brushed the spiraling thoughts aside as he handed her some things to put in the belt even though she probably wouldn't know how to use them. A compliment of 'rangs, grappling hook, first aid kit, and the like.

"I'll teach you how to use these later. The 'rangs are sharp, so watch it. You probably won't need them but I believe in always being prepared. No one can get the drop on you if you've already gotten the drop on them."

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She nodded and studied the belt, carefully putting the things into it in mostly the right places. Then she looked up again expectantly.

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He pointed in the direction of the Batmobile. It was dark but there were spotlights on the car itself. "Get in the passenger seat." Then he turned and cape swishing, walked down the stone steps and over the walkway, hitting some button hidden on his wrist and the car seemingly came to life, doors opening and everything. He got in and slammed the door quickly, starting the engine, which also came to life with a mighty roar.

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Bree had trotted at his heels, and was now scowling darkly as she tried to work out the elaborate four point harness. One boot fell off and she grumbled and got it back on, then went back to the seatbelt.

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He totally ignored her struggle, not that he didn't notice, it was probably because he didn't care or wanted her to figure it out on his own. He hit the gas roughly and the 'mobile sped out of the cave with a terrific roar, and the trees eventually faded and the lights of Gotham appeared. He wasn't sure if she had even been to Gotham, much less remembered it, so he said gruffly, "This is Gotham. My City."