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Then she had gone, Harlequin returned to the night, and the window was shut.
Characters: Una Persson, Bruce Wayne
Date: Shortly after the end of the Yard Sale event
Location: One of Batman's bolt-holes in the Metal sector
Situation: Una isn't actually looking for Batman, but she's going to find him anyway.
Warnings: References to drug use, breaking and entering, other warnings TBD.
Una's further inquiries on the matter of Dust had led her to a kedan named Jing in the Water sector. He would have been more helpful if he hadn't nodded out in the middle of their conversation (as a result of which, he was now in the medical care of other kedan), but he did offer some leads around experiments in the Metal sector as a possible origin for the stuff. Further snooping in that sector directed her toward a building about which a number of neighbours expressed vague misgivings—when pressed for details, they shrugged and waved it off, with nothing specific to say.
So now she's creeping along the outer perimeter of the structure in question, looking for a way in and hoping she doesn't set off any alarms. Hacking security apparatus is not her forte, and she's beginning to think that maybe she ought to have gotten the help of someone for whom it was. Nevertheless, blind luck and what skill she has in breaking and entering seems to be on her side, and she manages to make her way inside.
The result is disappointing—it appears to be some kind of dojo, as best as she can tell. Further investigation proves it to be irritatingly, immaculately clean, with no hint of who might be using it.
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One good thing about owning a business on the turtle, it's ever-increasing capital is sufficient for him to adapt to situations as they come.
"I don't kill." It's an automatic rebuttal. The backbone of everything he stands for. Batman doesn't kill.
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"Is that an offer?"
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And he... likes her. To an extent.
(But then, he ran into the same problem with Sasha Bordeaux, didn't he.)
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"Why me? Why give me a chance?" Would he have done the same for any other nosey foreigner poking about his things?
And who is he? Surely she must have at least seen him in mufti at some point. Not that she knows every foreigner in Keeliai, but it's simply a matter of statistics.
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"You report your findings to me. Directly."
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"Show-off," Una murmurs. She's quite determined to figure him out now. Still, she's not going to do anything so stupid as to lose herself an ally.
She grins, checks her gear, and to the listening dark says, "I'll just see myself out, then?" And then she too is gone into the night.