open!

[cowled]

Characters: Bruce Wayne and open
Date: During the mis-spell event!
Location: Lots of places in Keeliai.
Situation: Bruce Wayne is an octogenarian. This ends about as well as you can expect.
Warnings/Rating: Warning for talk of heart issues, so if this bothers or triggers you lmk and I'll avoid it in any threads we do.

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metal sector, tw for heart issues.

[cowled]

[Bruce can control his heart-rate. It's something that's saved his life on numerous occasions - being able to slow or stop the flow of blood has prevented poisons from crippling him and allowed him to survive without oxygen far longer than the human body should by rights be able to.

He's always known he would age. He's only human, after all. But this? This-- to go from thirty-five to what he estimates to be eighty-two is absolutely brutal. His senses are duller, his reflexes virtually non-existent, and honestly, he had trouble coming down the stairs of his suite this morning. Not only was there an unmistakable tightness in his chest, but his knees and his back (God, his spine where Shondra healed it--) ache so bad it's worse than anything he's ever felt. He'd rather endure gunshots and broken bones than this omnipresent, inescapable sense of his body rotting around him.

He needs a cane. He's used them before, after Bane, so although his pride mislikes it at least he knows the function and utility and usefulness of accepting this particular weakness. So here he is, in the Metal Sector, looking at street vendors selling such accouterments and trying to select the least gaudy.

option a) Bruce accidentally bumps into your character and knocks something to the ground!

option b) he drops his cane and looks like he's having a remarkably difficult time picking it up.

option c) he will completely, deliberately and grumpily glare at/largely ignore established but especially close CR, so if your character finds that unusual feel free to have them chase him down for a chat!]

fire sector, cw for heart issues

[cowled]

[He can barely walk a city block without some new ache cropping up. If it's not his heart (he isn't surprised to find it's weak at his age) it's some other worn-down joint or bone that he finds he has sudden difficulty using to support his weight.

He never expected to live this long, and he finds he is sharply, intensely jealous of Clark. Oh, Clark will age, but never this badly, or completely. He'll never be bowed with it, his hands won't shake and an inability to sustain maximum lung capacity won't black out his vision at the edges.

Saying he's angry would be an understatement.

So this is the story of how Bruce is trying - unsuccessfully - to flag down some sort of taxi, because he's stubborn but not stupid, and being Batman is all about playing up your home court advantages. In that case, this means money.

Except the kedan are largely ignoring him, and isn't he just having the time of his life.

(The answer is a resounding no.)

There are options, of course. Seventeen of them. The last, and final of those options is a Lazarus Pit. He knows the lay-lines of this world as well as anyone can, he's well aware he could find the power centers, and his mind, at least, is as sharp as ever. He hasn't forgotten how to concoct them, but the last time he built one he was saving the life of the Joker. A bitter association. God, how he would have loved to let the man rot, but the world had depended on knowledge in his deranged mind.

Still. A pit, while it would restore him to youth, would make him no better than Ra's. A last resort. Nothing more. There are other ways.

But he still can't flag down a damned cab.]

water sector, cafe

[cowled]

[He knows better than to chance rich food on an ancient digestive system, so he's drinking plain green tea and sitting at one of the covered outdoor tables in the water sector. If approached, he won't turn down company. After all, he has a public image to maintain. Close CR will get an irascible jackass, acquaintances or those he's never met will get the charming Bruce Wayne persona, plus, you know, fifty years.]