<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/>Obviously Bruce didn't have Raven's powers so he couldn't gain the insight into her mental state that she had to his (Not that he had any way of knowing her power set, or just how unhelpful her insights into his psyche actually were) but he was a trained observer and even as plainly dressed as Raven was he arrived at some conclusions about her. She clearly favored the dark side of the color spectrum, her clothing like his not having a swatch of color in it. So she was either dressed to blend into the shadows, the motive that had prompted his choice of clothes (Of course, it had the opposite effect as they were waiting in a room the exact opposite color), or she was some kind of Goth. But that didn't correlate with the rest of her wardrobe. Bruce was hardly an expert in fashion, but from his understanding such a person would have had a more eccentric haircut and probably some jewelry dangling from their ears. Raven had no such accoutrements, indeed her clothing choices seemed more motivated by practicality than anything else, even if the sandals she wore on her feet seemed strictly designated for indoor use.<br/><br/>Bruce nodded when she confirmed his suspicion that she was another victim of whatever abducted them...either that or she was an elaborate part of the scheme, but Bruce wasn't picking up any hint of deception from her so for now he decided to take her at her word. "If it's only going to be the two of us, they hardly needed such a large facility." Bruce pointed out, frowning a bit when she had no recollection of a similar vision.<br/><br/>"I thought it was a dream, or maybe an hallucination, but I have a memory of talking to someone who called himself Doctor Fate, talking about taking me somewhere." Bruce explained. He usually had an eidetic memory so not being able to recall the full history of the meeting was frustrating for him, though he tried not to let it show. "And yes...clearly money isn't an issue for whoever built this place." Bruce was no stranger to he fancier things in life, at least from his younger years, but even he had never seen a 'waiting room' decorated like the one they were currently in.<br/><br/>"A knife is just a tool." Bruce pointed out, leaving out the fact that unless she was a lot tougher than she looked he probably had the skills to kill her even without the knife. "The last thing I used this for was to cut down a couple branches so I could make a shelter." Bruce actually blushed a bit at her next comment...if he was going to pounce on her, it wouldn't be to attack her. But of course he wouldn't do any such thing. "I have no reason to harm you." Bruce assured her, though he couldn't deny his body was coiled up like a spring, fully expecting an assassin to drop out of the ceiling and force him to fight for his life. If she was making a joke, Bruce totally missed it, his face as inscrutable as her own.<br/><br/>Bruce nodded when she assured him he hadn't disturbed her, but he found it interesting she meditated...something else they seemed to have in common. "I'm not the most talkative either." Bruce sort of apologized, though he was surprised how easy he found it to talk to the mysterious Raven. "But I couldn't agree with you more. Desperate times and all that." Bruce had done many things over the years he hadn't liked due to the circumstances he forced himself into, and talking to a pretty girl was easily the best outcome he'd ever had. Even though the difficulty of such a situation was soon evident when neither of them continued the conversation and silence enveloped the room once again.<br/><br/>Until Raven initiated the conversation once again with what could have been considered a rude comment, but instead of taking offense Bruce did something he hadn't done for at least a year.<br/><br/>He laughed.<br/><br/>"It...has been a while." Bruce apologized. It had been almost two weeks since he had been forced to flee the League of Assassin's stronghold, and he had neither showered or changed clothes since. "I wasn't expecting to actually be around people today, and I didn't see a bathroom or change of clothes when I got here. Sorry about that." It seemed his instinct not to approach his companion was correct, if not for the reason he had initially decided on it. Now that she had called it to his attention, he too could detect the odor that wafted off of both him and his clothing, which wasn't exactly pristine anymore.<br/><br/><em> 'Alfred would be mortified to see me like this.' </em>Bruce realized as he wondered how the man who was essentially the only family he had left was faring, and if he would ever see him again.<br/><br/><br/>