Pleasant outing to the museum

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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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Katalyn followed sullenly, dark sunglasses hiding a bruised eye and a coat hiding her arm, which had moved from cast to sling as it slowly healed. She still moved somewhat painfully, and wasn't really sure how she'd gotten roped into this feildtrip.

She glanced around, not particulary interested in anything this show had to offer, but wandering off slightly, reading the information on the little cards and taking in details she thought might at all ever be relevant.

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"Isn't there anything you want?" Brenda asked her a little hopelessly, though she tried to keep smiling.

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For a moment the sadness lifted from the black-haired woman, and was replaced by a sort of grim satisfaction as she murmured very softly, "Someone else who lived there was very often right in the middle of the underworld. And living there never made her lose her edge."