http://bat-daughter.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bat-daughter.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] randomplaces2007-08-21 12:45 am

DK-Verse: Batcave?: On the Road Again (and Again)

Great.  One moment she was in the Nexus--having previously been in a Gotham more than three hundred years in her future--the next she's in the Batcave.  Only... it's definitely not her Batcave.  Some of the souvenirs were off, for one thing.  And, well, she just had a sense about this kind of thing.

Truth be told, the more she examined it, the greater the differences became.  No giant penny, no mechanical dinosaur, no old Robin and Catwoman costumes stored in glass cases, no Batmobile--at least not that she recognized...

She was definitely far from home.
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-08-25 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed." Pru's mouth curved at the corners, amusement mingled with the serenity in her face to render her beautiful.

Lon just heaved a put upon sigh and returned to his cookery.
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-08-25 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Pru glanced at the meal to see how it was progressing, then turned back to Helena as Lon smiled at her.

"Will you walk with me?"
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-08-25 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
The ageless woman led the way toward the sound and smell of the river, Ace a massive shadow behind them and the droid helpfully hovering overhead.

"How is she?" she asked softly once they were standing on the bank of the deep but swift flow.
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-08-25 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"And Bruce never loved her, there." Pru stared into the river. "So she hasn't even the memory to strengthen her through the years."
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[personal profile] random_xtras 2007-08-25 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad." She crouched to dabble the fingers of one hand in the cold, brisk water of the river. "I have ached every time that I thought of her, though our meeting was over fifty years ago."