<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Young_Batman.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294841.msg14455706#msg14455706)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Present<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Earth probably<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong> N/A</span><br/><hr/><br/><em> 'What the hell?' </em>Bruce didn't say anything...what would be the point of that? But when he suddenly awoke in a nice cushy bed instead of trying not to freeze in a cave located in the mountains of the Himalayas trying not to be found by a literal League of bloodthirsty assassins...well it was jarring, to say the least, and Bruce's first instinct was to roll out of bed into a crouch, the knife formerly strapped to his shin now in his hand ready to defend himself against attack...which didn't appear to be coming.<br/><br/><em> 'I guess it wasn't a dream.'</em>Bruce realized as he re-sheathed the knife which likely would have been useless anyway. If his adversary had the power to suddenly transport him who knows where, a simple knife wasn't going to do much good. No, the more likely explanation was that that mysterious Doctor Fate was responsible for his sudden relocation. Bruce had half convinced himself that he'd hallucinated the conversation with the mysterious being. After all, people like that didn't really exist, right?<br/><br/>"Sure...just like acid pits that raise people from the dead, talismans that can disintegrate people, and men who can throw you across the room with their mind don't really exist either." Bruce muttered. His time with the League had taught him a lot, but the hardest lesson to learn was just how much he didn't know about the world. So when the offer had come to learn about such things, Bruce had accepted it, not actually expecting it to happen. And yet...here he was.<br/><br/>Bruce was no stranger to luxury. He'd grown up in Wayne Manor, after all. But he'd walked away from all that over five years ago, and in that time the fanciest place he'd stayed was a run down apartment off campus. So he looked at the cushy bed with a hint of disdain. '<em>That's going to have to go.' </em>He thought. If this was truly going to be his home for who knew how long, he was going to need to get some equipment and he'd need the extra room to set it up.<br/><br/><em> 'Not helpful.' </em>Bruce thought with a frown as he stared out the window. All that told him was that it was day, and the fog likely meant there was a body of water close by. But as the earth was over 3/4 water, that didn't exactly narrow it down. That was assuming he was even ON earth. Sure, he could breath, and the gravity didn't feel any different, but with Doctor Fate involved that didn't mean anything. He could probably cause Bruce to see whatever Dr. Fate wanted.<br/><br/>"So...no point in not playing along." Bruce realized as he took up the notecard that had obviously been left for him, quickly memorizing it before he held it up to the light, curious if there was another hidden message on the paper. But it appeared things were just exactly as they appeared, but that didn't mean Bruce didn't try and wring as much information as he could out of it. "Four elevators...why four?" He pondered. Most places one elevator sufficed, except for hotels which were high traffic areas. Was this going to be a high traffic areawith dozens of people traveling multiple floors on a mission? Either that, or for some reason each elevator only went to specific levels which would make sense with the specific requirement he use the second one from the left.<br/><br/>And the code. 0923? Just random, or was there some significance to it? September 23 was the obvious answer, but what did that mean? A lot of events had happened that day. So had a lot of births and deaths, but the same could be said for any day. Was it the year? Was Doctor Fate trying to tell him he'd been born on 923 A.D.? or even 923 B.C.? Bruce had to admit either was possible as the man who he'd been training under until recently was reported to be over 600 years old, and after what Bruce had seen there...he believed it.<br/><br/>But he wasn't going to get any answers staying in his room, and there was no point in trying to go off script at this early date. Data. He needed more data, and the best way to get it seemed to be to play along. There wasn't much to be done to prepare. Bruce had fallen asleep fully clothed, his black tunic, boots and pants a little worse for wear but they were the only clothes he had right now. So Bruce followed the instructions, hoping Doctor Fate ad kept their bargain about altering his appearance in front of the other students, not yet ready for the everyone to know Bruce Wayne was attending...whatever it was he was attending.<br/><br/>The trip went without interuption or deviation from the instructions on the note, but it also presented no further clues to what was expected of him. Even his destination offered no hints, but there was little doubt he was in the right place. The note had said a white room, and the only spot of color in the place aside from Bruce himself was what appeared to be a teenage girl...an attractive teenage girl, but Bruce pushed that thought away...mostly...also dressed in black who appeared to be meditating.<br/><br/>Bruce saw no need to interrupt her, he suspected she had no more answers than he did. So he quietly took a seat where he could keep an eye on both the girl (she didn't appear to be a threat, but then, neither had Talia) and the entrance to the so-called white room...and waited, curious what the definition of 'soon' was in Doctor Fate's dictionary. .<br/>