♞ eighth batsignal

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[Bruce had managed to head over to Lana's in order to play Monopoly with her. For the past forty minutes to an hour the journal has recorded their game. Bruce insisted to ensure her that he wouldn't cheat ~ or that she wouldn't either... but he didn't exactly word it that way. However the game is entirely boring and Bruce hadn't recalled that part of the game. Hostile Global take overs were much more entertaining than this game... though he did like being the little car]

Lana I still can't believe I owe you that much for landing on St. James Place... [glances to her and pays her the paper cash before handing her the die]

Your roll. [and he tilts her head at her because she's staring at the die for a bit longer than she had been before] Lana? Everything alright?

Who... are you?

[looks at her a bit oddly]

It's Bruce? Bruce Wayne?

[aaand Lana screams and jumps up from the coffee table where they'd been playing the game.... and there goes the coffee table and their game]

Lana... it's alright, what happened?



[ooc: Lana's loss start!]

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[bit of a pause -- a LONG one cause Lana had just escaped for a moment into the rain so have some watery drops on the page as he grabs the journal for a moment before going back toward Lana]

I know she's good at Monopoly and she's asking for her parents, and apparently she's got lightning speed.

Bruce

[supes]

[oh shit. he pauses, and pulls on his jacket. Like he can do anything about it, but dear god. He blacks out the comment about her speed with a marker]

If she's asking for her parents she's got to be a little kid. And the speed... let's keep that between us.

Where are you guys? I can't get close to her –– it's complicated –– but I can talk to her.

Clark

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[goes back to even filter that as well... he was sort of distracted]

Sorry about the mud... we're still outside near the Inn she's staying at, and apparently not keen on me - the stranger touching her. She dislocated my shoulder.

Bruce

[supes]

[yeah, so going there, even if this is a bad idea.]