tushanshu_logs | 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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That's annoying. He's set up blinds and double blinds to fool the kedan, and the fact that they've taken enough notice of him to be suspicious of one of his hideaways is not exactly something he's pleased to hear. This location has been compromised, and he'll need to step back and re-evaluate.

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.

"Lucky for me, then." The rejoinder is as automatical as the rebuttal. "And you listen, too. Normally I'd expect to be forcibly out on my ear long ago. But you actually want to know what I have to say."

"Not just anyone can track me down," he says mildly. It's... almost praise. "Even if you're grossly off base, it still merits investigation."

"So you can better cover your tracks?" The corner of her mouth twists in amusement. "Very wise. I can only imagine you won't be making use of this place anymore, will you? Now that you know people are watching. It's what I'd do."

"This line of work requires a certain ruthless efficiency of thought." It's slight agreement, and Bruce gives her another look. Speculative. "If you want to pursue this line of investigation, you could use resources." Ones he has, is the implication here.

She tilts her head slightly, curious, cautious.

"Is that an offer?"

"It's a consideration," he says mildly. He's always had a high opinion of Una - she's everything he likes seeing in another human being. Smart, efficient. Fast and willing to learn. Lois holds the record for the most competent civilian he's ever trained in what he does, but he bets Una might just match her.

And he... likes her. To an extent.

(But then, he ran into the same problem with Sasha Bordeaux, didn't he.)

She regards him thoughtfully, wondering more now.

"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.

"Are you turning me down?" he counters firmly, not willing to allow her to turn the conversation onto him too closely. He has his reasons, of course, and if pressed he could rattle them off at his leisure. But to divulge them with sincerity would lay parts of him bare that he prefers to keep to himself.

"I'm pretty sure there was never a 'no' in there," she replies, a delicate parry that is delivered like an afterthought. "I suppose I'm just slightly surprised by it, is all. It's not as if you owe me anything—if anything, it's the other way around, since I've clearly rather put you out this evening."

His mouth quirks upwards, and he's glad of the shadows that hide the expression. "I'm not too egotistical as to fail to recognize good work when I see it. You could use a better sense of direction, but you've done adequately."

She actually chuckles at that. "I'll take that as a compliment." She tilts her head at him, still studying him, and moves closer, to just outside of arm's reach if he'll let her. "All right. What's the catch?"

He doesn't move or shift, any motion now would make it seem as if she was getting under his skin. (She isn't. She can't. But regardless, he won't give her the satisfaction.

"You report your findings to me. Directly."

"Share and share alike?" She considers. "Not unreasonable. Though I would like to know just a little more about what it is you do with your resources. Looking after the well-being of the foreigners, that sort of thing?"

"That sort of thing," he echoes, his tone bland. Her words, not his. She's free to assume what she likes, and all the better if he can avoid direct confirmation or denial of her suspicions. He wonders if it's fruitless to spar with her verbally - she's good enough to pick up on him doing it, though he suspects he's better.

I see what you're doing there, she thinks. "As you like, then," she says. "All right. You've got an arrangement, then." A beat, and then she brazenly offers her hand.

He ignores it. Bruce doesn't shake hands, not like this. Instead he gives her a final long look, and he steps back into the shadows. "I'll be in touch," he says, and then he pulls one of his Patented Bat Disappearing Acts.

After he vanishes, there's a beat, and then an audible snort of laughter.

"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.

Then she had gone, Harlequin returned to the night, and the window was shut.

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