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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She was very lucky he didn't see the stuck-out tongue. He heard her cry and he saw the man rising slowly. But he looked almost afraid at the little girl, and shuddered, trying to run off and get out of the alley.

Batman was there to meet him though, and he wondered vaguely if the scene that played out just then was too violent for someone of Bree's age. Ah, he didn't care. The man was now a crumpled heap and Batman tossed him roughly into a dumpster. It was nice to get your frustrations out in a positive way such as this.

He didn't see anyone else for that matter, so he made his way back to the car.

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Bree was aware of him coming back to the car. He wanted her to be still, did he? Fine. She would do the trick that had had the nuns in fits more than once.

She fixed her eyes on a point on the dash and zoned out.

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He slammed the door, feeling more emotionally drained (for one so apparently emotionless) than he had in awhile. It really was taxing.

"Bree, look. What happened back there..." He looked at her while he drove out of the alleyway. What the...

"Bree? Bree, I'm talking to you. BREE!"