<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/landscape_928x523/2016/03/bvs-17876-h2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Bruce Wayne<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manor Batcave<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Lounge Clothes<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alfred Pennyworth, Cyborg (NPC)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bruce’s smile back to his surrogate father was pure and amazingly normal given who he was. His twilight years, they’d changed him more than he realized sometimes. The younger Bruce would have demanded they all leave, or kept them contained until he figured out who they really were and what he should do to them. The old Bruce would have no doubt refused to let the fact that one of these people looked like his dead ex-girlfriend effect his reasoning. The old Bruce also wouldn’t have spared one thought to Damian who’d broken his firmest code without a second thought.<br/><br/>The Old Bruce was an idiot.<br/><br/>He understood now, he understood the simple truth. Life wan’t worth living without people in your life, and the life he led specifically needed allies to help face these modern threats. Already there was a degree of calculation in his mind. Were these two potential recruits? Could his errant son be brought to heel?<br/><br/>“A Cuppa it is.” Bruce said to Alfred. Alfred’s advice in his opinion was second only to his fathers. Unfortunately, his father hadn’t given him any advice about this particular situation. “Go ahead and get the tea going. Tell our guests I’ll meet them in the dining hall. Damian knows where it is even if it was crumbling ruins the last time he saw it.”<br/><br/>He moved leaving Alfred to rouse his guests as he went into the new League Meeting room. Instead of the usual high class dining room of the rich and the famous, they’d converted the room into a high tech bunker type room that could close off from the rest of the house. With the push of a button heavy blasts doors could seal all the windows and entrances in an out. The room could be sealed, to prevent audio devices and listening devices from recording. In the middle of the room was the round table with a seat for every leaguer currently recruited and room to grow.<br/><br/>“Ah Victor,” Bruce said seeing Cyborg working on the guts of the room. Sparks flew from a torch his hand had morphed into. Hearing Bruce come in Cyborg rose and his hand shifted back as he faced him.<br/><br/>“Bruce,” Victor Stone said nodding his head. “Was there a meeting tonight?”<br/><br/>“No.” Bruce confirmed. “I’ve had uninvited guests and I’m seeing them in here.”<br/><br/>“In the league room?”<br/><br/>“There the uh… special kind of guests.” Bruce said pulling his chair out and easing into it. “Alfred always makes an extra cup of tea just in case. So you’re more than welcome to stay.”<br/><br/>“I’ll be doing repairs then.” Cyborg said more or less going back to his work.