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[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ Bruce has, somewhat predictably, been hiding out in his room all day today. Towards the evening, though, he ventures into town. He doesn't do any window shopping and in fact he looks a little peeved as he makes a bee-line for a flower shop, purchases something and then heads back to the castle.

From there he goes right up to the roof to sit on the ledge and watch the sun setting over the horizon. He doesn't move for a very long time, instead just sitting there and thinking, gently cradling two white roses in his hands.

Bother him if you like, but saying he's not one for conversation at the moment would be an understatement. ]

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[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[nods, and lets the pen rest on top of the notepad. this is all very confusing :(]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ He glances over at her with a thoughtful look. ]

What's your name?

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[lifts the pen to write again, holding it up to show him what she's printed neatly]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

[ That's an... interesting name. ]

Bruce Wayne.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[it is quite the title for what appears to be a cute little girl sldjslakd]

[isthenight.livejournal.com]

And yours as well.

[ He stands then, pretty much done with conversation for right now. :\ ]

Good luck with your research. I would be interested in hearing, or reading, as the case may be, what you find out.

[hellscythes.livejournal.com]

[she'll nod, flipping the page to another pre-written page]