14844/Bats in the Bel... Library!

Bats in the Bel... Library!
Date of Scene:	04 May 2023
Location:	Library - Wayne Manor
Synopsis:	Bruce and Phoebe have a talk in the library at Wayne Manor
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Bruce Wayne

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    If Phoebe Beacon haunted the library any more than she already does, you might have thought she was a ghost. Other than the fact that ghosts don't typically sport earbuds as they sit on the floor, back against a chair (definitely not sitting in the chair) with a bright pink striped blanket over their lap, surrounded by varying anatomy books as they pour over the ligament connections between the musculoskeletal system of the generic humans.

    She is humming 'Them Bones' under her breath though, so it's a high probability that the headphones are for show and not actually in use. SHe looks down to check the time on her phone, where there's a picture of her and a lanky young man outlined against the hood of a shiny black musclecar.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce Wayne hadn't gotten in until just after dawn this morning, dealing with the aftermath of a building fire and making sure civilians were cleared. He came home smeared in soot and with his eyes and lungs irritated from smoke. Sometimes he'd had to take the mask off to do things properly, to be heard. Risks you take.

He slept for exactly six hours. Shower, shave, small breakfast, sauna/massage, workout, and now, slipping into his evening 'Bruce' clothes, hopefully not for long. He was eager to get back out on the streets. He always was.

He's wearing a plain black t-shirt that costs three thousand dollars because it's made of refined microfibers from a particular blend of fabrics so soft that it feels like nothing at all and is yet still feels heavy and luxurious to the touch. He didn't really care for it - he liked being uncomfortable. But it had been a gift from Selina.

Enough about that.

The drawstring pants were a three for twenty bucks deal at Waynemart. Bruce paid retail in cash. Alfred disdained them, but they continued to be washed and recycled because that's what Master Bruce wanted. You probably imagined the sniff of disdain in Alfred's voice. Bruce would never.

"Nice care. Who's the boy?" he asks in a striaghtforward way as he's suddenly just there, standing over her.

He does that.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe is known for eschewing the fancy stuff in favor of 'I got this at a second hand store'. The first thing that happened when she was moved to the manor was Alfred purchased a whole wardrobe of proper clothes for her.

    "That's Robbie." Phoebe comments, pulling her earphones off as she looks up at Bruce, and she takes a deep breath.

    "You've met him before, but his head was kinda on fire. And a skull. And... yeah, it was a weird day." Phoebe comments, straightening up a little as she rubs the back of her head.

    "How was patrol last night?"

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Bruce Wayne nods, "Ah, yes. There seem to be a few such people with the..." he says, making a gesture around his face to imitate flames. "They're said to be quite effective, albeit somewhat...chaotic. I don't normally like having supernatural being lurking around in Gotham, but if you vouch for this one, I suppose I can look the other way," he says a bit slyly.

"Just a house fire. I hope. Still waiting for lab results. If it was a torch job, they were subtle. Subtle is bad. Subtle is smart."

"Also, two nights ago, I intervened at a rundown warehouse that had been converted into a nightclub for mutated and inhuman beings. Notably quite a number of so called mutant animals. i think I evenr heard one say Metanimals? I need to reference that."

He dials into his watch but he's still listening as he flicks through data, "Some of them were harmless. Some weren't. I don't want to shun people who need a place to hide. Gotham is a place for outcasts. But they can't be henching out to scumbags."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Ghost Riders." Phoebe corrects, the young mage rubbing the back of her head a moment "And... yeah. I get that you don't like having us supernatural types hanging around but... he lives here. An' he stays on his best behavior." Phoebe replies. Which means Robbie doesn't *hunt* in Gotham. The young woman takes a deep breath as she gives a small hum.

    "I'm tracking some of the other supernatural types who come through The Flipside and The Curio. And Trying to make sure nothing gets too out of line." she murmurs. Including herself. She's been trying *very* hard to not use magic when she's on Bat Time.

    The girl gives a soft hum and rubs the back of her hand. "Metanimals, huh? I heard there is a bunch of them in New York through the grapevine, but I've only ever seen a few reptilian ones." she considers.

    "Is there a motive for the house fire being arson?"