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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"I know that, sugar," murmured Brenda, her voice suddenly that of the waitress, Missy Malone.

"Then you know I can't be out of it," she said. "Besides, I'm not even related to you! And I'm no hero."

"You're not hearing what I'm saying."

She frowned. She really wasn't getting it.

"Non of those things matter. It won't interfere with your work; as a matter of fact it will give you an added edge. You're staying."

She blinked, but remained silent, trying to proccess the information.

Brenda left her to it, rolling over to see what Clara was so excited about, the socialite smile once more firmly in place.

Kat wandered over, then blinked as she found a replica of a diamond necklace somebody famous wore. She touched the fake jewels, thinking about what Brenda had said. She'd been instructed to stay at the mansion, and part of her wanted to, but the other part was railing against it. Her fear of the Bat, which had driven her to lay low years ago, was warning her of the same happening again, when she wasn't ready, wasn't on the look out.

But then... a home. Not just a home, a mansion. Could she live in a place like that? All those rooms full of unneccessary objects, out in the open... with other people. And not afraid, not worried about gangs or villians all the time. The underground of Wayne Manor was a well-kept secret, she wouldn't have to sleep with one eye open anymore.

She sighed and picked up a tiny modle of some statue, going over and showing it to Brenda wordlessly before she put it on the counter and went to the bathroom.

And Brenda watched her, then nodded to the clerk and went to find Bree.

Pleasant outing to the museum

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