no one saw that failure [open!]

[cowled]

Characters: Bruce Wayne and assorted others.
Date: March 18th-23rd.
Location: All over Keeliai!
Situation: In some threads he's being Batman, in others he's hanging around as Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to throw up a thread-starter if there's anything you wanna do. :3
Warnings/Rating: TBA
Additional: I'm cool with prose or actionspam, so hit me up in either and I'll respond accordingly.

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post-fall

[brbparadise]

[Mavis happens to be doing her job (pest control!) and catching her dinner (pest patrol!) when she sees a giant bat taking to the air. The sight astounds her, because it's way bigger than Count Dracula had ever been around her, but obviously it must be a vampire because, really. What else could go around in the form of a giant bat and get away with it?

There in an instant spark of excitement -- oh my gore, another vampire! -- and she banks suddenly, trying to track the downwards fall flight as she orients and--

Mavis completely misses the fact that there is, in actuality, a building right in the path of her banking. So focused on the giant bat, she doesn't even realise she hit it until she's waking up on the window sill of one of the suites, blinking away the starry ghosts circling around her head.

Why is she here again? Mavis knows that it's important and -- THE VAMPIRE, RIGHT! She picks herself up (in bat form), testing her wings and her balance out before taking off and flying high to seek out her fellow monster.

It takes her a while before she finally spots him on the ground, slowly and stiffly moving forwards. Mavis smiles and dives down, pulling up ten feet from the ground and transforming back to her vampire form -- with her feet landing and sticking firmly to the wall above his head.]

Holy rabies, you're here! [She laughs breathlessly, jumping up and down and -- okay. Calm. Cool. Under control. She waves.] Hi! My name is Mavis! Mavis Dracula. [Please don't freak out at the name. She's totally cool. Dracula's are down-to-earth vampires, honest.]

[cowled]

[He really isn't in the mood for a fight.

It's not that he can't fight like this. How many times has he pushed past broken bones just to do his job? So no. It's not a matter of inability. It's a matter of not wanting to fight. So when the -- girl? Drops down in front of him, he has a batarang in his hand before it even consciously registers that she's saying her name is Mavis Dracula.

With all the vitriol of a hyperactive teenaged girl.

(He's never been good with those)]

What do you want?

[Patented Batsnarl? Patented batsnarl.]

[brbparadise]

[That-- But. Mavis stops and looks sideways at him (it's straight for her; not her fault he's obeying the laws of gravity like a human). That answer sounded mean and the epitome of bad monster-to-monster manners, but maybe he woke up outside the coffin? That always puts her dad in a mood.]

I just-- [No, don't falter. You're a Dracula, Mavis, so act like it. At one-hundred-and-eighteen years of age, a snarl really shouldn't startle you. Think of it like dad lashing out over the idea of a boypire coming to meet him. Okay, right.] It's been forever since I've seen another monster. So, I stopped to say hi! [A beat, another try at a smile.] Hi?

[cowled]

[He almost laughs. That's one way of knowing his uniform still has the desired effect on people.]

Leave.

[It's all he can manage to say without sounding breathless, teeth gritted against the pain.]

[brbparadise]

[Mavis does not compute that statement. She blinks. She looks him over. She even stares for a second, her upbeat expression sputtering out.]

You know, it's really rude to treat a fellow monster like that.

[As her arms slowly cross. Mavis walks down the wall and steps onto the ground, looking up at him with her jaw set in an attempt to be an adult here.]

You're almost acting like a human. I was just trying to be friendly!

[cowled]

I said leave.

[His voice rises just slightly in obvious irritation. He even points off down the street to give her a direction. He'd grapple away if he thought his shoulder could even remotely support his weight.]

[brbparadise]

[What? He-- Did he just dismiss her? This. Oh. Mavis can't even form a single, coherent thought in the flood of frustration that his regressive behaviour triggers. How can they expect any human to like them if he's going to be so mean to her?]

You're not being fair! [But, fine. Fine!] Fine! You're so mean! [And her voice takes on an eerie, angry tone akin to Count Dracula's angry snarling, echoing down the street as a cloud of purple smoke appears where she had been. Mavis reforms as a bat, flapping indignantly in the air before she sticks her tongue out at him and flaps quickly away. He might even hear her grumbling about how terrible of a vampire he is as she beats a retreat from Mr. Grumpy McBatpants.]