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Room 513, Saturday morning
There was no way of getting around it or softening the blow. Bruce was a potato this morning. But not just any potato.
He was the goshdarn Dark Spud. And with his body armor costume, teeny tiny utility belt, batarang accessory, and position as the world's number four food crop (he was hot on your tail, rice!), the Dark Spud was prepared to watch ( Read more... ) -
The Cave, Sunday evening
Off day Friday, light workout Saturday, intense workout today. Bruce was getting himself back onto schedule. Except for right now, of course. Right now he was taking some extra time in the cave to work on his crimefighting outfit ( Read more... ) -
A warehouse in Baltimore, Thursday night
While efforts were being made for Bruce Wayne to truly enjoy being social, a masked figure who'd been tracking a crime ring was stepping up his game as well. Bruce had taken parts from his future robot-fighting costume and repurposed them into lightweight body armor that he was wearing under normal black stealth gear. His utility belt was ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in Rio, Thursday afternoon [NFB]
Bruce took the shanty town tour to get a ride to one of the poorer areas of the city so he could get a personal look at what poverty was like in Rio. It was fairly depressing, but it was a good reminder of what kind of life people could have if they didn't have a real chance. The kind of chance that Bruce wanted to provide to the people of Gotham. ( Read more... ) -
The Cave, Saturday [NFB]
As Bruce got to work in the cave today - in his own body, mind you - he was relieved to find that he could once again focus on what he was doing. He tried not to think about that too much. At best, it meant that whatever had been influencing him was gone. At worst, it meant that the only way to fight off whatever had been influencing him was to ( Read more... ) -
The Cave, Thursday night [NFB]
It had been a long day in the cave. While Bruce was pretty well hidden from people in here, it seemed that he was consistently susceptible to invasions. That was the only way he could explain the steady stream of dolls who had snuck into the cave, tried to freak Bruce out by running around and giggling in a dark, echo-y place, and then coming at ( Read more... ) -
Room 513, Saturday morning
When Bruce woke up this morning, it wasn't with a scream or panic. It was with a sigh as he realized that his habit of sleeping without a shirt on was now technically awesome indecent. The fanservice didn't last long, though, because he was, of course, prepared for this kind of thing to happen again. That's right, he kept an emergency stash of ( Read more... ) -
The Rocky Bits, Saturday morning
Compulsive Hoarding is a mental disorder marked by an obsessive need to acquire and keep things, even if the items are worthless, hazardous, or unsanitary ( Read more... ) -
Baltimore, Late Wednesday night
Bruce had been on stakeout again. He'd successfully tracked down a big drug deal just in time to follow the dealers back to their HQ. He hadn't gotten there in time to alert the police, but that was okay. All he needed was to take a few more photos and make an anonymous delivery to the nearest police station ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in Baltimore, Monday late evening
While the fact that his philosophy class was largely useless to him settled in (curse his not reading the class description for once, curse it!), Bruce had found a bright side to it. With that just being a movie-watching class, he only had one day a week that he needed to actually prepare for any kind of schooling. The rest of his time could be ( Read more... )