it's the disease of the age

[obscuronoctis]

The lonely hill in the Palisades, with no neighbors - or even bordering property - for acres and acres, is a place Bruce doesn't visit very often. Brick by brick, he'd told Alfred, and that's just what he'd done. Wayne Manor, fully rebuilt, stands there now in the gloom of the New Jersey fall, still looking to Bruce like a phantasm. Something

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[dieneidio]

Enfys is out when she gets the text - she's got errands to run, flat listings to check out and there's a new second hand bookstore opening that she wants to swing by and have a look at - so she figures it's not too much out of her way and it's only about ten or maybe fifteen minutes later that she follows the breadcrumbs back to those coordinates he gave her. Her hair is half shoved up under her hat and she's wearing her glasses instead of the contact lenses for once, picking her way towards him with her bag bumping against her hip until she drops it down by his feet.

"What can I do you for?" she inquires.

[obscuronoctis]

The notion of 'What do you have in there, bricks?' is plainly telegraphed on his face and Bruce pries at the edge of her bag, not actually intending to pick through it but just doing something with his hands instead of sitting there. (He's a professional at sitting there - meditating through his impatience, in plenty of circumstances, but he's genuinely a little anxious - and annoyed at that anxiousness - about the looming move.)

"Furniture shopping."

[dieneidio]

The bag is unzipped and her Jack Skellington wallet is the most visible thing among its contents, but Enfys is sort of sidetracked by connecting 'furniture shopping' to the mansion behind them that it belatedly occurs to her wouldn't have been there not too long ago. She blinks, turns to stare for a moment, and then sits down by Bruce, plucking the lace of her slip away from the stone. "So, does that mean I get to furnish my room?"

...Enfys.

[obscuronoctis]

Enfys' room, surreal as the thought might be, is actually why he summoned her here. Bruce has no context for living as an adult in this house aside from a few haphazard weeks cobbled together in between being a dead man and transforming into (a monster) a vigilante - because his life is just that insane, the most consistent experience he's had living in Wayne Manor had been in Taxon.

"Sure."

There are a hundred things they'll have to go over - if 'her room' means living here, there's a whole can of worms; but Bruce trusts Enfys to do what he tells her to do, because she's never given him reason to think she won't.