Room 513, Saturday morning

[willbethenight]

All in all, it had been a good night. Bruce had a very nice date, won the biggest crown of his high school career, received a strategic breakdown on how to fight beings with gravity powers (you never know when that might be useful), and afterwards... Well, poor Chuck was exiled somewhere but Bruce wasn't alone in the room

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[withasword]

In general, Kate was an early riser. Habit borne of being Voron's daughter. But that didn't mean she was awake enough to remember Wesley's warning's about future children and Prom right at this moment.

There was awake, and there was... that level of awake.

"It's early," she told him. Because somehow, it needed to be said. "Why am I surprised you're awake?"

[willbethenight]

"Probably because you're still getting to know me and my crazy schedule," Bruce said. "I'm probably more surprised that I know someone who wakes up nearly as early as me."

[withasword]

"I don't sleep much." But she was still warm and comfortable, and not entirely inclined to move other than to stretch and check out his room a little better now she wasn't thinking of other things.

"Is your roommate going to be back?" Presumably at some point, she realised, but anytime soon?

[willbethenight]

"Probably not until the regular sleepers are waking up," Bruce said. "So there's no rush here."

Well, maybe a little rush. "Although, has anyone warned you about the weekend after Prom?"

[christianbailed]

So Ethan would have been totally capable of entertaining himself on the island without bothering either of his parents. It was pretty much the same game he played at home: Stay out of their way and hope they didn't start ragging on him about something dumb, like why he wasn't getting an A in calculus, or whether he was going to rejoin the lacrosse team this term, or if he'd like to go on a date with Kaitlyn from the church youth group.

But he'd had it pretty well drilled into him that he needed to check in once in a while and his wallet hadn't made it through the portal anyhow. He reluctantly tapped on what he was fairly certain was his father's dorm room door.

"It's your kid," he called. "Give me $20 for breakfast and I'll let you go back to sleep."

[OOC: Will be slow but wanted to start the party!]

[willbethenight]

That... wasn't the kind of child's voice Bruce was expecting. He expected something higher pitched and coming from a couple feet lower.

"I was already awake," Bruce called back as he grabbed a robe and twenty dollars in case this checked out. He cracked the door open and peeked outside. He certainly looked like he could have been Bruce's. Tall, prominent chin, looked kind of sullen.

"This may sound crazy, but what's your name and who's your mother?" Bruce asked.

[christianbailed]

"It does sound crazy," Ethan said, in a tone that suggested he thought his parents were usually kind of crazy. "I'm Ethan. Mom's name is Quinn but she's bitchier in the mornings, so I figured I'd hit you up first."

He eyed his father up and down. "How old are you?"

[willbethenight]

Bruce had a good poker face, but he was still pretty clearly surprised about the mother's identity. "Eighteen. Welcome to the insanity of Fandom. And don't talk about your mother like that."

... He could see it being true, though. He didn't figure Quinn was the most cheerful morning person.

[willbeinjuvie]

Terry had been on the run from Gotham's Finest when he ended up going through the portal. If the town seemed familiar, it was because weird towns on the other end of portals were pretty rare in his experience.

It was just by chance that of all the potentially empty dorm rooms to sneak into after picking the lock, he ended up choosing Bruce's.

And it wasn't until he was fully in the room that he saw people and realized his mistake. "Oh, I'm sorr... Hey, don't I know you?"

[willbethenight]

"Considering the long, black hair and lock-picking skills, I'm going to assume you're my son," Bruce sighed. Apparently any son of his would end up growing his hair out in his teens. At least Ethan knocked. "Who's your mom?"

[willbeinjuvie]

"You're not my dad. I'm Warren and Mary McGinnins's son," Terry said as he looked at Bruce a little closer. "Wait. Are you related to that Wayne guy or something? You look just like him, but, you know, way younger."

Also, he was technically wrong about Bruce not being his dad. But whatever.

[willbethenight]

"Oh. Terry, right? You were here last year. Just much younger," Bruce said. And now he was here again. That was raising some flags. "I'm Bruce Wayne. Just much younger, apparently."