ext_221841: (Shut away inside/sad)

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.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-04-03 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com 2007-04-03 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Katalyn just stood stalk still, not really sure what to do.