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"So who is he," a woman with dark curly hair asks.
"A danger to the city," replies a broad muscular man who appears to be wearing an armored suit with a cowl covering the top part of his face concealing his eyes. The top part of his head is adorn with ears resembling what looks like a bat.
"Seriously," she waits a few seconds for an answer but gets no reply. "No profile yet? Not even a name? Really Bruce, I thought you were better than this," she laughs sarcastically as she flexes her fingers to observe her nails. "Looks like the Batman has finally met his match."
A clenched fist slams onto the wood in a fit of anger which makes a coffee cup spill all over the desk, and onto the keys of a keyboard. It will have to be replaced now which means more time spent away from this case.
The Batman lets out a sigh, this one revealing a long day at work. He reaches up to where the cowl ends on the tip of his nose pulling it back so Bruce Wayne can breathe again.
He spins the armchair around half way, so he can face the woman who is presenting as Wonder Woman for this occasion. Diana was never really one for casuals. But he feels safe being Bruce in her presence.
“This thing is like a ghost. One minute it’s somewhere then nowhere.”
“Well for one, this is a person. So you can stop calling them,” Wonder Woman calls out, “And for another, I can tell you he’s definitely a male so that’s one thing you can log,” she pauses for a moment, her brows furrow as she tries to remember the day's events. “ ‘S got jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes. He seemed… almost familiar.”
Bruce gaped at that. “How so?”
Wonder Woman begins toying with a strand of her hair. Weaving it into a braid, “I don’t know,” she admits, “But I just have this feeling like I’ve known him all my life. But that’s entirely impossible because I’ve never even met this man or…boy. I don’t even know his name.”
Bruce leans back into his chair, crossing his arms. “Well whoever this person is, he needs to be stopped. There’s been destruction all over Gotham. This morning I just stumbled upon a crook frozen in ice. Two days ago there was a report of a large forest fire. While it was contained, it caused grave damage to the wildlife area.”
Wonder Woman hums in agreement.
“Well when you catch him, don’t beat him up too badly. We should take him in for questioning. And who knows, he may even become more help.”
She looks over her shoulder. On the desk, next to the computer, there’s a group picture. There are three smiling faces and two who have an identical look of dread. Wonder Woman smiles at the memory captured.
“Noted,” says Bruce, catching her gaze.
Wonder Woman smiles at the man she’s known for many years. She’d like to think that they’re sort of like friends now. While working both and off the job she’s privileged enough to know the both sides of The Batman and Bruce Wayne. Batman and Bruce Wayne are very similar but she knows they are two different characters. While Batman is cold and serious, focusing on the mission until it’s completed, like a robot programmed to do its task, Bruce Wayne is human and flawed.
She stretches her smile at her comparison and gives out a little chuckle. This startles her back into the present. Bruce has already begun to write down what he knows and needs to find out. Potential witnesses and suspects. Locations and security footage. She takes this as it’s her key to leave.
“Anyway,” she huffs, “thanks for your help, Bruce hums, “Cheetah got a little out of hand. I’m surprised she made it this far. I’m sure I would’ve gone another two hours if you hadn’t stepped in,” Bruce hums again.
She begins to make her way towards the staircase when she stops for a second to look back at her friend.
“Bruce,” the man in the chair pauses for a brief second, “don’t forget to take a break,” and then she starts again making her way up the stairs.
Bruce has a pen gripped in his hand and a notebook laid out in front of him. He thinks for a moment then looks at the digital clock next to his family picture. Maybe she’s right. The clock reads ten o’clock pm. Alfred will be here to scold him any moment if he doesn’t comply.
He sighs. And with that, he makes the decision to retire for the night so he gets up and follows the other hero up the stairs. Something tells him that he’ll need all the sleep he can get.