♞ 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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[supes]

Yeah. She was my girlfriend.

[awkward pause]

It's okay. We're... trying to find a solution.

[long breath]

I didn't realize how MUCH Kryptonite was in her, though. I knew it was a lot, but feeling it's different.

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[well... that is an uncomfortable silence for sure, mostly because he really is just friends with Lana, but he can see how it could seem... or not]

You said they were Nanites, which I assume means tech of some sort. Have you given her whatever Tony had worked out?

[supes]

Yeah. Nanomachines. [he shakes his head, and now that his body's getting back on track, he walks over to the doorway. He pulls his journal out of his jacket's inner pocket]

As far as I know, it's still a work in progress.

[itwas-abigdog.livejournal.com]

[nods and follows him back toward the doorway]

Tony said he'd finished them I thought, I guess it's more complicated than that. If they are machinery though... has anyone thought about an EMP? To switch them off?

[supes]

Tony's not exactly familiar with kryptonite or the like.

Probably. Lana said she'd checked in with the scientists who made it, and none of them could change it. [he digs in his pocket for a pen, but he can't find one, so he'll settle for dictating.] Either way, I think I've decided that I don't want her to lose the suit entirely. It keeps her safe from harm.