batwomans_gotham | Pleasant outing to the museum

Brenda gritted her teeth as she rolled her wheelchair toward the door of the Thomas Wayne Museum of Antiquities, feeling painfully aware of the three dark-haired little girls who clustered around it. Alfred had suggested that she take Kat, Bree, and Clara out to celebrate the lovely day, and she privately wondered what she'd done to tick him off so badly. She'd already seen tabloid stories about how at least one of them was a secret lovechild from some union with this actor or public figure or that, and was sure that this would only add fuel to the fire.

Bree thanked the doorman seriously as he opened the huge carved door, then stepped aside and watched as Brenda rolled inside.

"It's good to see you up, Miss Wayne," said the man respectfully as she passed.

She smiled her socialite smile, eyes dancing with a happiness that she was far from feeling. "Thank you, it's so lovely to be out and about again!"

He touched his cap and smiled, and she faced forward again, wishing that Bree would stop laughing at her. She could read the kid's mind like a book and what it was saying was seriously annoying her.

Come to think of it she understood why Alfred had sent her out today.

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Brenda looked around a trifle helplessly, having no idea what to do now that she was here. Once upon a time she would have checked the security and watched the other patrons, as Bree was now. But right now, in Brenda mode... well, she was lost.

Katalyn frowned, then leaned against a tall statue, studying her hero from afar for a moment. It was obvious Brenda didn't want to be here, and Katalyn wondered if it had been Dr. Leslie to push her into that, too, or Alfred.

She sighed, dropping to a sitting position, looking around and taking some comfort that the only paparazii to follow them had been turned away at the door.

Brenda looked toward the giftshop, thinking that perhaps a guidebook would help her figure out what to do, then noticed Kat and frowned in concern as she rolled over there. "Katalyn? Is something wrong?"

The small girl looked up, then sighed.

"Why are we here? You don't wanna be, I wasn't supposed to, and Bree's more interested in the security," she said, curling around her hurt arm.

"Alfred thought that a little day trip would be fun for the three of you." Brenda offered her a helpless smile.

Bree found a crack in a display case and examined it minutely, ignoring a security guard's curious regard.

"You still didn't want to come. You don't even like me, and you're just pretending to be happy so you can keep your cover. Why even bother?" Katalyn said.

Brenda blinked, her smile fading as she said sternly but with no trace of the Bat. "I bother because two people cared enough to teach me manners when I was growing up, and because being miserable doesn't do anyone any good."

She looked out the doors, hunching. Her home wasn't too far from here, sewer walking.

"when will the cure be ready?" she asked softly, looking at her.

"This isn't the place to talk about that." Brenda's reply was as soft, and apologetic.

Katalyn sighed and got up, walking away, head hung. Her hero didn't like her, probably would have killed her by now if she weren't a child, and she'd lost her power, her abilities, and her status, depending on the former Bat for safety and shelter.

Brenda looked around and sighed, seeing that non of the children were really enjoying themselves. Frowning, she herded them together and brought them to the gift shop, offering one thing to each.

Bree headed for the books.

Katalyn just stood stalk still, not really sure what to do.

Pleasant outing to the museum

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