[identity profile] dbattyones.livejournal.com
Ras stealthily crept down the side of the Wayne mansion, his eyes bright as he went to a window and lowered himself down, peering upside down into the room beyond. Nodding when he saw his prey, he waited.

For a moment he watched her, struggling to live, ready to die, and shook his head. He'd saved her once, and now it was time to do so again. It was time for her to reach her full potential, and he'd be the one to help her do it.

With a crash he burst through the window, standing upright and barely blinking as some old lady screamed and jumped up, going for her purse.

The sound died on her lips as he calmly smacked her unconscious, then went over to the bed.

"My darling," he murmured, stroking Brenda's hair and gazing at her for a moment. Then he nodded and disconected her from the monitors, picking her up gently and firmly, and then was gone into the night.
[identity profile] n-ranger.livejournal.com
Clara wasn't used to Wayne Manor quite yet. But she had gotten used to the people there. But times like this reminded her of just how young she really was. She hadn't felt great so she had made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of orange juice. The cups where easily within reach. But not the juice. It was up high in the refigerator where Clara couldn't quite reach the juice. She pouts slightly and wonders just when she'll get big enough to do things like the boys. It annoys her to need to trust people who she really doesn't know anything about. She knows that they work with Ms Wayne. But she really has no idea if she's supposed to trust them with everything. It's hard to give them all of her trust even if they are nice , for the most part after all; Brenda is a very intimidating adult. Clara grumbles softly to herself and puts aside the cup. Time to decide just what she would do.

And so she starts to wander through the house. Looking for something to keep her active mind occupied.
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[identity profile] anotherbwayne.livejournal.com
Brenda lay and looked thoughtfully out the window, moving the hand that had started working a couple days before. She still couldn't feel it anymore than she could feel any other part of her body, but the movement was encouraging. It, and her being able to speak, where like promises of her eventual recovery.

But she wasn't going to lay around and wait for that.

She frowned and glanced toward the door. "Where are those kids?"
[identity profile] flying-strong.livejournal.com
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Living in Wayne manor was...well, something he didn't expect to ever happen to him. Ever. Sure, as a kid one always fantasied about fighting with Batman and Superman (even though that was slightly more literal in his case, being from a superhero-family) but he never would have even begun to imagine that he would be sitting here, in his very own bedroom, eating a fat chocolate chip cookie against the window, looking out over the grounds in the afternoon sun. He leaned his forehead against the pane, thinking about back home.

Home. He missed them. Layla, especially. Everyone, yes, even Warren. Somehow the good-natured ribbing was missed once you didn't have it anymore. Now he was scared of the dog, Brenda's giant evil scary dog that didn't seem to like him very much, either. He could stand up against a supervillain, but that dog had him beat. It had only been about a week, but he wondered if his parents even knew he was missing. Not that they didn't care, but probably they were used to this whole alternate-universe skipping thing and probably even knew where he was. And maybe time was different. Maybe he'd only be gone a second in his world...or maybe a year. Urgh.

He tugged at his clothes, they were very preppy, dark, somber. He had a black vest over a white button up shirt with dark grey slacks. His hair was combed back and slicked back all nice and neat-like. Will missed Layla and her brightness, with her fantastic greens and yellows and every color under the sun. Jeez, was everything honestly really Gothic here or were they just kidding about it in the comics? Even the sun was slightly subdued and cool. 'We're all gonna look like vampires or zombies here...' he thought as he wondered if his summer tan was totally absorbed by now. The whole house was like...well, a museum or something. Or one of those places that were for dead people. It had that air about it. He really had the urge to go screaming at the top of his lungs down the hallway just to break the creepy silence. He wondered if he could find a stereo or boom box around this place so he could play nice loud music.

But still, this was probably one of the coolest things that had happened to him, besides getting his superpowers and all the crazy stuff that happened at school awhile back. He hoped he would get a chance to fight someone, and who knew? He might run into a Superman. He so wanted to talk to him, he had looked up to him probably just as much as...well, his dad and mom. And since his powers were of similar sort, perhaps he could have a few pointers or something.

Cookie finished, he dusted off the crumbs on his probably way too expensive slacks, still rather hungry, even though it was too early for dinner. He rather liked Alfred, he was the only person he could talk to but the old gentleman was busy a lot of the time and Will felt like he was probably one of those little annoying kids. The rather formidable Miss Brenda was still recuperating in the living room, and he was hesitant to go near her. Besides, there was the dog...He supposed he would like to talk to her, but he wasn't sure if he had gathered up the guts yet. She still reminded him of his principal. It wasn't like he had school right now (vacation time, yeah!) so he mostly amused himself, looking at the mysterious empty rooms and bedrooms, often trying to find a way to sneak into the legendary batcave. Still hadn't found it yet.

Ah well. These thoughts and more were on his mind as he left his room and went down the stairs, in search of a snack.
[identity profile] batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com
It has been five days since the Alfred found his Madame in the hospital. In which time she was sent home under Dr. Leslie and his care. Well, at least as much as she would let them care for her.

They moved her hospital bed to the living room, so she would at least have some company as she was recovering. Alfred was strongly against having her in the living room, but had little say in the matter.

Now, we would find the old man staring out the long paned window in the living room with his hands behind his back. Branda would not be able to see him from the way her bed was facing, but she would know that he was there.

He was always there....
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All was calm, all was quiet.

Then a black-edged portal sprang into existence over the duck pond and two people flew through. The black-haired girl surfaced immediately and swam to shore, laughing heartily.

"Stronghold, yer such a fragbrain!" she hollered after reaching the shore and bounding to her feet. "Ya know what ducks do in there?"

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