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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 2:30:08 GMT -5
Knowing the type of woman Selina Kyle was he truly wasn’t shocked to see her want to go and flex a little bit of her skill—proving that not even injuries from a mugging on the streets of Gotham could keep her down for long. She also handled the debacle at the hospital with the notorious serial killer Victor Zsasz making his debut from the hiding he had been in. Strength exuded from Selina Kyle and he found himself easily drawn to it, admiring her sense of style, attitude, and assets—of course. Still, he had to play aloof like the good puppet that playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne was known for being, and stood there slack jawed for a moment as Selina made her way to the parallel bars. He then flashed a playful grin to her.
“All right Selina, I’ll play along.” He winked, not taking Selina seriously in the least bit; clearly he was in complete doubt and denial over her supposed abilities and simply assumed her motives now were done just to merely get a rise out of both men. Well, she was always damned good at getting a rise out of Bruce, needless to say. “After the parallel bars, we should go rock climbing—I just had that new rock wall installed. Once we reach the top we can plan out some of those oh-so-fabulous night life parties, staying in accordance with the new curfew of course.” He stated playfully with a nod over to the indoor rock wall complete with gear to harness up and repel with. “Hell, we could run a few laps to top things off.” Once he made his way up to the parallel bars beside Selina he suddenly arched a brow when Dick phrased his concern for the socialite’s preference for strenuous activity. Accident AND attack? Sharp blue eyes watched Dick a moment—he KNEW the boy wasn’t being fully upfront with him about his information on Selina Kyle.
Dick Grayson had just slipped and considering Bruce was the type A personality that he was, caught the mistake without missing a beat. He looked back to Selina, still ready to assist her in effort to play along with her little rouse, and gave her a sudden look of concern, smile fading. “Selina, you were also in an accident…? When did that happen? What happened?” He could berate the socialite now and he would handle Dick’s inconsistency issue later.
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 3, 2011 3:04:55 GMT -5
He didn't just say that. He really didn't. But just as if on cue, Selina turned to Bruce as he made his way over to her, already taking her up on her offer. “You didn't tell him about the hospital....accident, did you?” Came from her lips, the words tainted with a mild horror. Clearing her throat, she covered as easily as normal conversation. “I think he's referring to the Zsasz incident, but...you were the only other one there, outside of staff that would know anything....I-we made sure it was kept quiet...” She pursed her lips, blinking as she motioned to the bars above her. Confusion clouded her face for a moment. When did Bruce care this much about her?
Glancing between the two men, her glance changed ever so slightly as she looked at Dick. Seriously, way to fucking go boy blunder, she thought to herself, waiting until Bruce gingerly grabbed her and lifted her with ease upward. To him it may have not been a hard task, but he had several inches of height on her. And had no injuries. But...those arms. She could feel the corded muscle ripple as he moved her as if she were feather light.
Lifted the two feet off the ground, she reached over to unlatch her brace. She'd fought for removable gear, despite surgery and the cast she initially had. But she had good reasons as such; who would believe a security consultant that looked like that? It would discredit her business. And there was no way she could attend benefits in a walking cast, duh.
Once the brace hit the floor mat, Selina reached out with her moderately wrapped hand, testing the bar. It may have been top of the line, and state of the art, but hell,she always tested gear, no matter who's home it was in, Wayne's or not. A second hand went to the bar; her stronger as she grasped, and nodded to Bruce;
“I'm good. And I may have to take a rain check on the running. It was one thing to barter for a walking cast, you know. Don't want to push my luck. Too bad I don't see a swimming pool, otherwise I'd offer that as a willing replacement, Mr. Wayne.”
Teasingly, she turned back to look at him as she hung there, looking rather lame before she winked at him. Hopefully her little re-direction would throw him off the accident remark of Dick's for the time being. As well as her next action.
With grace very few outside disciplined competitors, Selina gracefully went from hanging like a dank rag to bending her body to a 90 degree angle, legs in front of her before she gracefully brought them up to snag on the bar, hooking it behind her knees. Folding one ankle behind the other for the time being, she then released her hold on it with her hands, hanging there upside down for a minute or two.
Her hands went to unzip her jacket, letting it fall off her as she was then left in more sleek, form-fitting, and even better aerodynamic outfit. Reaching up with one hand, it wasn't her most impressive move, but she swung enough to gain the upper hand to be able to perch atop the bars now. Her feet placed properly, she was stable, adjusting ever so slightly so she was favoring her non-injured right foot, and compensating properly as she eased to a standing position.
She knew they would gawk. And let them. Yes, she was injured, but hell if that was going to stop her. Raising to her full height she took several steps on the bar, pausing for a second before walking along as if there were more than the slender bar beneath her. Waving Bruce over, she slowly eased herself down, letting her legs hook the bar as she swung upside down to face him. “Help me down?” she asked him, fighting back a grin. “Then I will gladly go sit on one of those couches you mentioned, and let Dick pick my brain a bit. Then, party planning.”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 3, 2011 10:28:00 GMT -5
At Selina's words and the look she gave him, from over at the bench Dick watched then. Dick saw the look and mental curing Selina was probably giving him. He froze up a bit at the comment she had given before the look. What attack with the Zsasz incident? What was that about?
So there was more to the current injuries just the motorcycle accident and this 'attack' that made her one friend lock her away in the hospital for protection? Confusion came to his face over what he had heard. This was getting difficult. There was something between Selina and Bruce he didn't know about. And there was something between Selina and Dick that Bruce didn't know of.
"What Zsasz incident," Dick questioned them on the subject that he was now wanting to dig to get the information. He hadn't meant that at all. "All I was saying was about the bump on you're head from when we got into that accident between your car and my bike. I mean...it wasn't that much before the reports of the attack that sent you to the hospital." He recalled the papers saying about a Selina Kyle in the hospital.
A puzzled and frustrated look came to Dick's face. What was going on? He was having to lie more and more to cover up everything. He was going to have to get Selina alone at some point and really discuss their cover story. This was getting irritating. There was so much it seemed between all of them that they didn't hear of. They were entitled to their secrets, but this was just getting Dick stuck.
He saw the look Bruce gave him. It had not gone unnoticed by him. Now Bruce was getting suspicious of his words. He rubbed the back of his head in frustration and then ran his hand through his shaggy black hair. His blue eyes glazed over with the frustration of this situation and annoyance that was now over coming him. "Forget I even said it," Dick's annoyance showing clearly over his frustration of everyone's questions. He crossed his arms and slumped back against the wall. Almost glaring over the subject he was fumbling around with.
This was the only way to keep himself from getting even more frustrated with the issue. Knowing Bruce was going to get on his case. And that Selina would lash out on him for that in private when she got the chance. Why couldn't they just understand? He had mentioned the run in with Selina to Bruce of how the numbers got exchanged. And obviously he had left out some great details. And Selina hadn't told him of the stuff about the hospital. Dick had been about to grab his crutches and get up and leave.
After that, Dick sat silently watching the two. He didn't keep a word. His arm no longer crossed after awhile as Selina performed on the parallel bars. She was quite skilled though on the bars with being injured. But this was the woman that was Catwoman, not that Bruce knew that. And he wouldn't. He couldn't help but watch her for a bit. The moves she performed quite basic for someone of his acrobatic skills. But she was injured and he knew she could do more than that if she was at full strength.
As she finished, before anyone would have chance to try and pin him and question him on any of his words, Dick got up from his seat. He grabbed his crutches and set them properly to help him make a get away from the two for the moment. "I'll meet you guys in the lounge," Dick said excusing himself from the room. Not wanting to face any awkward moments. Though by the time he would get to the door they would probably be able to catch up with him. He just got a head start and didn't want any help. He started to turn away from the two as Bruce would be helping Selina down.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 4:25:03 GMT -5
Before Bruce could make heads or tails of the situation, he suddenly found Selina manipulating his sturdiness and height to cavort herself upon the set of parallel bars above her.
“Selina?! What are you doing? I was just joking about you participating in physical activity! But…”
He was now silenced into awe as he watched the classy, independent, and strong willed socialite before him now maneuver herself about the parallel bars with the grace of a cat. He couldn’t help his distracted gaze of intensity now sweep the contours of her perfectly and wickedly curved feminine form. Sure, in all the years they had known one another he had never known her to back down from a challenge and flaunt her assets in the most potent way—but that behavior had been mainly witnessed in business transactions towards bastard lawyers or against snobby, stuck up debutant socialite bitches.
And of course, he was aware of her being physically fit due to the fundraising marathons they had both participated in—but he had never seen her like this. He liked it. He liked it a lot. It took a moment for him to realize that she was gesturing for him to help get her back down once her titillating and talented display of skills on the parallel and uneven bars had finished.
“Hm? Oh! Sure!”
He helped her down gently, being a gentleman in handling her sleek, skilled, undeniably sexy form. Once she was stable he gave her some space so she could collect her things, trying to collect himself in the same stride.
“Any other types of physical activity you want to do participate in that would require my help? Might be shocked to discover you're not the only one filled with surprises.”
A devious charming smirk slid over his lips, his mind falling fast and hard into the gutter given her alluring and astonishing small performance on those bars; if she had been trying to distract him from his prior concerns, she was succeeding so far.
"Not to completely brag, but I do have an Olympic sized swimming pool, a salt water based pool, and three different hot tubs, you know. I’ll gladly take you up on that offer. Hell, if that’s what you can do with a set of gymnast bars, I wonder what you could do with a bikini and a water slide—or better yet, a well-placed bubble jet stream.”
Staying true blue to the arrogantly playful side Bruce Wayne was notorious for, he was now being a shameless flirt. Just then Dick’s statement caught his attention, instantly snapping him out of the gutter and immediately reminding him of the inconsistencies between the given stories from both Selina and Dick.
“Actually Dick, we’re going to head in with you. Funny, I don’t recall you ever telling me about you and Selina running into each other—literally. Is that what happened to your bike?”
Bruce called out to Dick as the young man moved to leave the gym. Playing the role of the hospitable host he waited for Selina walking along-side her as they exited the gym.
“I honestly haven’t told anyone about what happened with that murdering psycho-bastard Victor Zane or Zeke or whatever. Last thing I want besides the press hounding me for some gossip story would be the Feds breathing down my neck. Unlike you Selina, I’m glad to say I don’t know any of them on a first or last name basis--nor do I want to.”
Once again after traveling through the vast expanse of the elegant mansion, they would finally reach the lounge. He simply leaned against the arm of the sofa closest to him, folding his well-toned arms over his broad chest, his unwavering gaze now settled on Dick. Though the look on his face was a perfectly acted portrayal of simple curiosity and casual concern, the intensity in his stark icy blue gaze told the truth of his real feelings on being lied to and mislead. Needless to say, Bruce was NOT happy. Yet, to add to the intimidation factor of his brooding intensity, was the eerily light hearted, warm, nonchalant and carefree tone he had when he spoke.
Bruce Wayne- playboy billionaire and Son of Gotham. Bruce Wayne- head CEO owner of Wayne Enterprises and successful entrepreneur. Bruce Wayne- perfectly portrayed puppet and force to be reckoned with hardass.
“Now it makes sense as to why your bike’s been in the shop for as long as it has. Why didn’t you tell me you were in an accident, Dick? Even if it was minor?”
He focused on Selina, including her in his curious yet concerned and friendly questioning. Dick better appreciate this “soft side” now because once Selina left, Bruce would unleash his much more true to character reaction upon Dick via relentless lecturing and interrogation—behavior Dick was all too familiar with.
“When did this accident happen, Selina? I am willing to pay for any damage caused, by the way.”
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 7, 2011 3:09:34 GMT -5
Once the little display was done, Selina found herself lingering a bit in Bruce's arms. A cursory glance to both men had shown her that Dick was somewhat impressed, but overly agitated. At Bruce, at her, at the whole thing. But, in turn she was concerned. He hadn't been this incapacitated when he had helped her that night, post crash. And now, even mentioning the crash was digging him into a hole she wasn't exactly going to cover him on.
When she was gently held by Bruce as he helped her down, she took the time to pat at his cheek, clicking her tongue at him. “Oh Bruce. I know you're not my doctor and all, but if you're wanting to give me advice and restrictions, I may have to make an appointment...” she teased him lowly, before going to gather her things and replace the braces before calling after Dick, “I'll be there in a second, Dick!” Before gathering her crutches and hobbling after him, Bruce at her side.
She had to lightly shake her head at the man. While she had seem his charms from an arm's distance at most functions they were both at, being the primary focus was another thing. She could easily see how most women would cave and flounder under the laser-fine attention. To her, it was nothing more than another game. Considering she laughed heartily at Batman's intense focus, while most caved; this was nothing. Child's play. So when he mentioned a pool, her brows perked.
“That many bodies of water? I might have to take you up on the offer, but as you can see, I came dressed...rather casually. Not casually enough for a swim, but I'm doubting you have an extra suit in my size.” Stopping, she turned to him en route to the lounge. “I could tell you exactly what I'd do with that jet stream, Mr. Wayne.” She murmured, her hand going to rest on his chest for a moment, those green eyes wandering over his toned form before locking with his eyes. “I'd use it to relax...” Came her overly wrought pun, before she smirked at him and started crutching again to where Dick was headed.
And then, he brought up the hospital incident. “Well, it's not like I know their names intentionally, Bruce. It just helps to be able to rattle them off with the latest schemes to clients that are quaking in their boots because they think the Joker is going to gas them, just for their priceless Picasso.” Clearing her throat, she agreed with him. “I'd rather not have to tangle with Agent Tiffany more than I already have. Going to rat out my mugger was enough. Even if you're a victim of a crime, innocent- he makes you feel guilty. “
Once they both reached the lounge, she was a bit confused as to why he stopped there, arms crossed, 'angry dad' mode of sorts. And when he started laying into Dick, she stopped, nearly spinning to face him. At least as much as her injuries would allow. It wasn't his place to lecture. Even if Dick hadn't come up with a suitable lie..it was just not his place to rip into the boy currently. Even if she didn't know how he garnered his currently injuries...he sure as hell didn't need more lectures.
“Bruce. Don't worry about the damages. Your money isn't good with me, you know I do have enough of my own. Let me talk with Dick, figure things out, and we'll get back to you.” She smiled brightly up at him, noting the cold edge to his eyes. Bruce Wayne was an oddity. Reaching up to brush an imaginary piece of lint from his shirt she shrugged, leaning against her crutches for a moment.
“I know how much you'd love to be there to hear me yap on about questions Dick has for me, but that is bordering on me spilling insider trade secrets...well, unless you'd like to contract for my services, I'd like to keep this between him and I, for now. Would you maybe be able to grab something for us to drink, ask Alfred if he has any more of that amazing cheese he had out earlier?” Another bright smile, and she then turned into the room, leaving him there. Sighing lightly, she made easy work of the distance between her and Dick, seating herself at a couch close to where he was. Motioning with her own crutches to his, she laughed, making a joke just in case Bruce was still lingering. “It seems we joined the same club, Dick. Hopefully this doesn't continue...” She teased him, noting her purse had been placed in the room. How sweet of Alfred. Going to reach for it, she pulled out a small tablet, unlocking it as she watched the young man. As soon as she was sure Bruce was out of earshot, she started her questions. If anything, Bruce would take it as a more confidential interview than anything.
“Dick. Seriously. Last time I saw you....shit. I should apologize. But that kid...Jason had intercepted your phone while I was in the hospital. Thankfully I was mugged by a former client two days after the bike crash..so I had a convenient cover. But you....what the hell?!” She whispered heatedly, motioning to how dejected and beat up he looked.
“This can't be from the crash. You were walking better than I was that night. Don't tell me it was one of them." He had to know who she was talking about. “I know it can't be Zsasz...because Bruce came to see me with flowers, and a check,” at the last word she heartily rolled her eyes, “...and Elliot and Bruce subdued him...so he's back in Arkham, I believe. Or the feds have him....but who did this?!” She insisted, motioning to him again.
Knowing well enough the calling card of several of her fellow Rouge's, Selina quickly ruled out several of them. Eddie was not Gotham-side. Ozzie...wasn't this eloquent, as much as he wished he was. Freeze, no. But....those green eyes went wide as she leaned closer to Dick, and let her fingertips brush against his torso. Gasping lightly, she knew this couldn't be.
“Let me see.” She told him. No, commanded him. In a tone he should recognize from the midnight hours. She was serious. If her hunch was correct, she was going to have a few words with a few people. And soon. Motioning at him, it took her a second in her near-blind rage for her to realize she didn't have a claw at her fingertip, so she was unable to expedite him lifting his shirt to show the bandage below. And she wanted to see the damage beneath that.
“While you do that, I'm going to yammer about my work, and other sundry things, in case your dear faux-dad comes waltzing back in shooting daggers at the two of us because of this little....accident with your bike and my car. Which...I'm fully convinced that vehicle was FBI, and they wanted us gone....” She murmured, starting to answer his mock questions he had of course, 'emailed' her, that she had on her tablet before her.
The fact his inadequate lies were causing Bruce to question him so harshly was annoying to her. Even with her fascinating distractions, he was still being an ass. And balancing the 'grr, angry dad' with suave millionaire host so well was aggravating. He was usually so daft at functions. Taking in a breath, she waited to see what sort of damage Dick had sustained before she made any more assumptions.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 7, 2011 13:39:22 GMT -5
Dick slowed down for a second, almost stopping before he was at the door. "Sort of," Dick replied flatly. He wasn't about to face the question right now. His mood shifting into annoyance and a bit of guilt of lying over everything that had been going on lately.
He could take it to an extent. But there had been so much going on since the FBI came into town. It was twisting the image of the vigilantes and it was twisting him in a way. So many secrets going around within everyone.
He had headed out a little a head of them, but it didn't take them long to catch up to be at least behind him as they traveled. Dick didn't turn back. He ignored their conversation. Well, not completely. He took note of what has been said so far, but did not say anything. It was none of his business, but he wouldn't still note if for any further problem in the road ahead, in case something were to happen.
Making his way into the lounge, he sat down on one of the couches facing away from the door. He sat at the far ended. His mood had been shifted a bit now. And he wasn't crazy about now having to answer more questions or have a face off with Bruce. Even with the way Bruce was speaking, he knew it was an act. It always was an act. The guy was Batman through and through.
Dick looked up at Bruce as he set his crutches down along side the couch. His own cold blue eyes firing back at that of his mentors gaze. He was on the defense. He knew to keep himself level headed in front of guest as well. Just because he was acting a bit irritated, he held back from any reaction to snap back at Bruce.
"Look. It was no big deal. Neither of us were seriously hurt. We handled the situation on our own," Dick replied a bit more calmly, but his gaze still wanting to shift into a glare. Yet again, more lies. If it hadn't been for him, Selina would have had half the injuries she had today from the wreck. That and Dick had noticed that Bruce seemed to not have noticed the difference between his street motorcycle and his mode of transportation for his work.
Though within, Dick doubted that much. If Bruce took notice to everything like he had, he would have taken not to the damage of Nightwing's bike. There were still several dents on it as well as a few new pairs that had been replaced on it. That was due to the accident. Dick's street bike was in the shop from time to time, but that was due to a repair tune up gone wrong. Dick didn't normally have trouble with that, but it seemed someone had tampered with the bike while it had been sitting on the street one day during a class. Dick could only hope that he hadn't taken to noticing Nightwing's bike being a bit more beaten up than usual.
Dick listen to Selina and was glad to see she was trying to get him out of the room for a while. And knowing Bruce he wasn't about to ignore their companies requests. One of the great things about having company around, Bruce couldn't act his usual self around them. Dick was always glad for that. His eyes followed Bruce until he would leave.
"You can say that again," Dick commented to Selina's comment. He really hated being set back like this. It was annoying to no end. But he himself was keeping up an act of his own recently since the attack.
Dick eyes were on Selina. Taking in every word, but no reaction to them at first. He let her go on for a bit as she wanted to catch up about everything. "You have no need to apologize for anything," Dick replied. "Jason gave me the phone back. I say the conversation. And can say that hopefully that won't happen again," Dick replied quietly.
He watched her move her hand towards him. He didn't answer the last question. He still didn't want to say it. At the touch of her finger tips against his chest, he shivered a bit at her touch, but not too noticeable. Yet, this wasn't someone who he was normally used to letting in on the news of the 'family'. This was Catwoman. Selina Kyle. Still she knew who he was now. There was no turning back in that.
And then she asked to see it. But her voice suggested more than asking. Dick was a bit irritated at being commanded around by everyone. First Bruce, then Isley, and now Selina. Though he knew she was only trying to maybe help in away or get a better understanding. He wasn't upset with her. It was just that Bruce had left him in a bit of a foul mood after their interactions.
Dick listened on as he did as he was told. He didn't feel like putting up a fight. He was getting to tired already by the activity of the day. With his left hand, he slowly, but manage to pull his shirt up. And with a bit of help with his bandaged right hand, he lifted it and slid his left arm out of the sleeve. It was only to help keep the shirt up so he wouldn't have to with his arms. His chest hurting a bit with the movement of his ribs again. It was also to help if Bruce did end up walking into the room. That would only deepen the conversation and question as to what was going on.
Dick refrained form removing any of the bandages. They were wrapped from the lower part of his abs to the lower half of his chest with the ace wrap being stretched over his right shoulder for a bit more support. A large gash across his chest could be seen. It had healed much since the attack. But the stabbings to his sides were still stitched, but hidden by the ace wrap. There was large amounts of bruising that could be seen on the front of his chest. He didn't dare move to show her the whip lashes on his back.
"If it isn't the FBI its the others in this town," Dick replied. "And that sick freak, the Joker is out on the loss again." He had emphasized on the name Joker to tell her in away just who had done it. The words were hard to say. He didn't look at her when he had said them. He needed to hold up his end of the conversation in case someone was listening in. He needed to keep up the act for now. Though a lot of questions would come from Bruce if he had been listening. Covering up a conversation from Bruce was one of the hardest things to do. Something Selina wouldn't know about.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2011 9:19:29 GMT -5
Of course Bruce had questions, multitudes of them—the more his overly analytical and obsessive mind poured over the facts and details with all the inconsistencies adding up, the more he began to eventually put the puzzle together piece by piece. Still, “detective mode” was not part of Bruce Wayne’s beloved “playboy antics” description, so he would back down for the time being. Lucky Dick.
“Well, all that truly matters is that you’re both alright and on the mend from everything. That’s most important in regards to this situation.”
He added with a tender nod and then glanced to Selina as she busied herself with the fabric of his shirt.
“Insider trade secrets? That actually sounds like broker lingo—and I’m officially playing “hookie” from stock meetings. So I’ll let you two discuss the joys of NASDAQ.” He pushed off from the armchair of the sofa and headed to leave the main room. “Would I be able to grab refreshments for you both? Not a chance in hell. Would I be able to grab Alfred to handle that request? Much more plausible.” He flashed a smirk to the both of them and then left them to their conversation. A vast majority of him wanted to stop the charade they were all playing right then and there and demand answers—but that would totally be out of Bruce Wayne’s character. So, he did the next best and reasonable/logical thing that was totally in the Bat’s character—while Alfred delivered the requested refreshments, Bruce activated the tiny, discrete and invisible mic of a bug in the main room where Selina and Dick spoke.
He recorded the conversation—unable to hear what they were saying right then and there, but later on that night when he had time to go down to the bat-cave, he would listen to what was being said then. As to where Dick might’ve felt guilty about being a novice liar to Bruce, Bruce didn't think twice about his actions taken--he was well seasoned in his art of deception and questionable methods of procuring information.
Deception was key in the Wayne Manor.
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 10, 2011 22:38:03 GMT -5
Colors. That's all she could see. Red. White. Black. Green. Her face blanched as she saw his body, the bruising, the marks, no doubt worse under the bandages. But she had to stay calm. There was no way she could lose her shit here at the Manor. Bruce's home. Not Batman's. Not now. Not in the daylight, now when she had to pull off a fake interview, now that she had the information she really needed. She couldn't continue to be injured, she knew that for a fact. Considering there had been less pain on the bars, she was getting there. And if she really was going to take to the night again, she could wrap and secure her ankle and wrist.
The rage she was feeling was bubbling to the surface as she stared at the boy, he looked hopeless. Conflicted. And she knew exactly why. Jack. The Joker.
“This is getting complicated...” She murmured, several deep breaths sucked in and released to calm herself. “Let's talk some more bullshit so you can write a paper, or...just take the mock one I'm going to email you right now, to get this little charade out of the way. I can distract Bruce for the rest of the afternoon if it will buy you some time from him harassing you, and ...” She sighed, breaking from her mechanic whispering. “This is bullshit. Excuse me, one second, Dick.” Reaching over to grab her purse, Selina grabbed her phone, and hobbled over to one of the large windows in the room. Sliding her thumb to open it, she went to an application and typed in several codes, and passwords. It would secure the line.
A woman like her didn't go around with a public image and a very interesting friend set without being able to jam and block her phone from being tapped. She waited another handful of seconds, and the then punched in the cell number angrily. The bitch had better answer. It rang. And rang. And finally, she heard the voice on the other end.
Voicemail.
“You bitch. Call me back about that boyfriend of yours,or you're going to find quite a bit of your precious toys, well, let's say for now...re appropriated. Maybe even to someone like the Eff. Bee. Eye. Call me back, or I'll be coming to the Ha-Hacienda East for a little tea party. Ta-Ta!” Selina snapped off in a mockingly sugar sweet goodbye before almost throwing her phone. Too bad she would've broken some sort of precious family heirloom.
Oh well.
Raising her arms over her head, she stretched, raising near tiptoe as much as her boot would allow her before she turned back to Dick. Why she was acting like this, well, she didn't have to explain to him. He had helped her. She would return the favor. No other explanation was truly needed. He had connections, she had connections. She was already mocked for her 'infatuation' with the Batman, and at times, her own Gallery of friends knew that extended to the 'Bat family.' But this was a tad too far.
Even for the Joker.
Thankfully before Bruce left she had giggled and said some fluff to give off the proper attitude. She had even laughed, waving her hand at his joke of getting Alfred to bring them refreshments. But while she waited for the kindly Englishman, she went to settle back next to Dick, quickly emailing him the paper, as well as her own mock notes. A few deep breathes, and she was somewhat settled again.
"Dick. If you can somehow get me a line to Batman, we can find Jack, er, the Joker for you. Ignore that little outburst to his bitch girlfriend...but....You did me a favor. This is the least I can do. Now...lets get your shirt back on before Bruce thinks you're hitting one me and goes to pout in the corner. Or Batman goes and broods because no doubt he has some chip implanted in your ass. " She cracked a smile at that last one, the two of them knowing how obsessive the man under the mask was.
Zipping up her own jacket, she ran her fingers through her hair, reaching back into her purse to reach for a tube of gloss to apply to her lips.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2011 15:00:06 GMT -5
Bruce now took the moment of free time to sift through his own secured smart phone with backdoor link access to the Batcave’s supercomputer. He backdated the files of encrypted mp3 recordings within the Wayne Manor to that morning—sure to now have all/any conversations on tape to scan through and listen to later on that day. He also looked into the records of both motorcycles Dick alternated between—his social bike and his professional bike. He set up a scan analysis on both bikes to compare and contrast the damages each one procured to also review later when time permitted. He didn’t like what was going—the secrecy, the deception, the inconsistencies… he would uncover the truth and get answers one way or another. He wasn’t known as the World’s Greatest Detective without good cause. While waiting to re-join Selina and Dick he would take the moment’s opportunity to set his bat-computer up for analyzing and securing his newly requested and input information. Once finished with setting the tasks on the supercomputer, he now turned his attention to the latest interesting news in Gotham—the unexpected arrival of his old childhood best friend, Tommy Elliot.
Of course, his old boyhood friend now held the current prestigious title Chief of Surgery at Gotham Memorial Hospital as top neurosurgeon, Dr. Thomas Elliot… Who happened to also be over-seeing Selina’s current recovery. Interesting indeed.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 11, 2011 23:55:39 GMT -5
Dick sat there. He could feel her eyes looking over his beaten upper torso. He would not allow for the bandages to be removed. He glanced over and saw the look on her face. He could tell she was upset over this. Maybe even a bit of terror playing in there as well at the damage that had been done.
And he knew she was probably still trying to figure out just what he had gone through. Everyone has been trying to do that since he had been found. Dick just wished people would leave it be. He didn't want to tamper with the thought of it all. Not right now.
"Don't worry about him. I can handle myself," Dick replied to her as she said about being a distraction for the rest of the afternoon. It was better to face things head on than trying to avoid it. The more time that was gained the harder it would be to deal with it. And with Bruce, he rather now give the chance of him finding any evidence against him on anything.
As she excused herself to make a call, Dick didn't trust the silence of the place around them. Even Dick knew that you couldn't be too careful and free talking in Wayne Manor. The walls had ears. And Dick had a feeling that Bruce left all too easily when Selina had asked him to. Dick pulled out his small portable computer device he had with him. He didn't trust Bruce to leave him and Selina alone. He knew he was getting suspicious of his stories.
While Selina was over by the window making the call, he pulled the device out and punched in a few codes for a scan. He was correct in not trust Bruce to allow them any privacy. There was a bug planted some where in the room. Dick didn't have time to check. Selina knew nothing of the Batman within Wayne Manor and he would keep it that way. Dick started to hit in a few more codes and combination. He sent out a frequency to jam any type of recording or transmitter devices within the room running on the same software as the computer systems in the Batcave.
He rather play it safe than having Bruce over hear anything that he shouldn't have been listening to in the first place. Dick would track down the bug and return it to Bruce later. He'd have a thing or two to say about that.
As Selina came back over and spoke to him, he readjusted his shirt and returned it to it's proper way of wear. "Look Selina...You really don't have to do this. May be you shouldn't. It's just to dangerous for you to get involved. In know you are good at what you do, but this is another level that was taken too far. And honestly, I don't want to see anyone else go through this," Dick spoke up. "And don't worry about anything, I'll take care of myself when it comes to dealing with these things."
Dick watched her and gave a half smile at her in return to her joking. There was just something different about learning the face behind he mask. There was always more than there seemed. He should know that, but Catwoman could be so different in too ways. But there was something about her that was trustworthy about her. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to spill all his secrets to her. He was still one of the very few that knew the answers to so many questions of the people on the streets.
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Post by selinakyle on Dec 15, 2011 16:22:39 GMT -5
Gloss applied, Selina pressed a finger to her lips, making sure the color stayed in place. Raising a brow at the boy, yes, he was a boy to her, in more ways than one she cared not to list currently, Selina laughed at him. It was a short, curt one, but hell. “Dangerous? Dick, you know what I do for a living. Seriously. But I am not going to just let this lie. Jack has....pushed boundaries with me before. Trust me on that one.” Clearing her throat and as smoothly as she could with a walking cast, she crossed her ankles.
“I just...I am mildly concerned about Bruce. When he came to see me, he was a bit irked that both you, and Jason were texting me. Do you think..there would even be a chance he would put two and two together? I know...it's been years since you started with....Batman...but still. He must be too wrapped up in his parties and women to even...contemplate what you're doing at night.”
Selina shifted to lean against the couch more, propping her elbow on the back as she turned more to talk with Dick. “Not that I'm one to question the intelligence of Gotham's golden child, but hell. At least I'm operating in something I have knowledge in, even if most of the time the rest of it is an act, you know.” Shrugging, she picked at her cast a bit, wondering if it really took Bruce that long to find Alfred for refreshments.
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 18, 2011 21:51:38 GMT -5
Dick gave her a sarcastic look when she mentioned of what she did for a living. Like he wouldn't know...He had fought against her many of times in the past. Like he could ever forget Catwoman. "Well these boundaries were more crossed than pushed to begin with," Dick replied.
He noticed the mild concern of Selina over the whole predicament of if Bruce ever found out about his 'night life'. Dick needed to keep things straight. And so continued to keep the worlds of Bruce Wayne's and Selina Kyle's apart and it would remain that way. So any subject along the lines of Bruce or Batman. To Dick, those were two totally different people.
He knew what was at risk. And for Bruce's sake, he couldn't give up the act of all the years of work. This was something that would have to be played out to the fullest and with the best acting of all the years of training and work in this line. Something Dick could easily do against others. And he knew he'd just have to continue on this way and play along.
"Bruce? Find out? Now that would be a laugh. Do you really think he would be able to put two and two together? He's always been way to busy to really have time to spend with me, and let along Jason now. He has always be kept busy with his business and his night life as well," Dick played out the role that would fit best to the image of Bruce Wayne. "As far as he knows I'm just a college student out looking for a good time. Which is half true. Heck, I've been able to keep the media at bay as well. You don't seem me in much of the papers. And even when, I'm just Bruce Wayne billionaire's ward following the footsteps in a way of the Bruce Wayne image."
He gave her a look at her last statement. He was wondering if she was talking more about Bruce or him. "What's that suppose to mean? This could go either way if you are talking about Bruce or me...Because I can tell you I know what I'm doing. I wouldn't be alive if I didn't," Dick replied. Not all that defensive over the subject. Selina was just expressing her concern over everything because this wasn't just about his secret. She had secrets too.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2011 17:17:30 GMT -5
Once Bruce was satisfied with the set-up of his future endeavors pertaining to his extensively thorough detective work, he made his way to the kitchen to locate Alfred and request for a change in today’s lunch menu to accommodate for another guest. It had been a good 30 minutes (well, 37 minutes—but who was counting besides him?) before he would meander his way back into the lounge where he had last left Dick and Selina. Looking as nonchalant and carefree as ever as he now casually leaned against the massive marble pillared doorframe of the great main room lounge, he cleared his throat in an effort to get Dick and Selina’s attention.
“So… Hate to interrupt the little study-schooling-gossip session, but seeing as it’s my house and I’m the host and all, I’m declaring lunch time. Enough boring talk. And Selina, I made specific arrangements for you to join us—just being the good host of the house and all, that is.”
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Jan 3, 2012 2:28:23 GMT -5
Dick attention was caught by the re-entrance of Bruce once against to the room. He looked over at him and wondered just what had taken so long. Dick hoped the jamming program had worked to block out any signals to any bugs in the room. He was glad he had had the chance to talk with Selina for a bit. But knew there was more of this to come now seeing the new situation.
"Study-school-gossip session? Haven't heard that one before," Dick commented on how Bruce saw this little encounter between the two as. That and he was just trying to be a bit of a pain for the way Bruce was acting toward the whole situation.
If he was going to make orders around them in a causal way, then there was no harm in voicing his opinion in a low keep way that would got as more as an action of question rather and as an attack or anything. Not like Dick wouldn't be able to hide it. Selina didn't know them all that well. She had no idea what the relation was between Bruce and Dick.
Dick looked over at Selina and shrugged as he grabbed his crutches to get up. He didn't really feel like starting any arguments. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to hint at such things in his comments to hide his irritation toward this all. it wasn't the having Selina over. It was just all the suspicion that was building with Bruce.
Sure Bruce had a right to know what was going on between the two and what was going on under his roof while Dick was staying there. But he had no right to try and call him out on it later. Dick was only keeping things from people to protect them at times. And this little secret he was guarding was more to protect himself than Bruce. It was from Bruce he would need the protection from if he found out the truth on his own. Then again if he found out from someone else that could be just as bad. That's why it was best just to keep it quiet all together.
"So is that what took you so long down stairs? Making lunch arrangements," once again just saying it out because he could. He knew Bruce. There was always a catch. And at this time he was just hoping Bruce's focus would slip to Selina instead of on him. He'd sneak off when he got the chance. You could only be so sneaky on crutches though.
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Post by selinakyle on Jan 4, 2012 0:20:18 GMT -5
Selina sniffed at that one. Bruce. Would he be able to put anything together like that? She doubted it. What he did tend to do was focus his mind on what would make him more money, and get him more ass. The best bang for his buck in terms of fun. But the idea of her daring to cross a boundary? She laughed at that one, reaching over to pat Dick on the head like it was years prior and he was still in those cutesy little booties.
And then, Dick just kept yapping. About him and Bruce, the media. She didn't care. She herself juggled her own two lives, but hell, she wasn't going to go blabbing this to someone on the other side. Or about that tiara she had hidden mere moments, thankfully before Batman had found her climbing from the window. Not. Applicable. For. Nightwing. Robin. Dick Grayson. As demurely as possible with a cast on, she shifted again, one knee crossing the other when he continued to talk about money, and wards, and the sort.
Pursing her lips,the gloss still slick she had to think about that. She'd lost her parents. She'd been a 'ward' of her damn aunt. But...she was still a niece, something...familiar. And to hear Dick talk of Bruce like he was some sort of warden, instead of family...was peculiar. Why would a wealthy man like Bruce want to take a young kid under his wing? Furrowing her brow slightly she tapped a finger against her cheek as she briefly thought on the topic. Maybe it was just Bruce attempting to capture a shadow of what his father did. Maybe not.
Thankfully she was saved from truly having to answer Dick when she first heard the footsteps. The man walked loud. Turning as she heard the gruff clearing of his throat she smiled brightly at him. Dick bantered back, and she held up her hands between the two men, almost mocking them.
“Now boys. No need to fight over me. I can sit in between you at lunch. And if I do have to say myself, Dick is -anything- but boring with his queries. “ As Dick moved to his crutches, Selina first leaned to grab her bag, and then followed suit, hobbling to where Bruce was oh-so- nonchalantly draped in the doorway. At Dick's snarky comment, she glanced to him, question in her eyes before turning back to Bruce.
“That is sweet of you to do so, Bruce. I just hope it wasn't too stressful, for you, or Alfred.” She mused, pausing her crutches reached his feet.
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