05-23-2017, 02:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2017, 02:32 PM by Todd Ingram.)
It has been three weeks since Batman's first appearance in Coruscant. News about the high speed chase started to linger. Every now and then a message appears on the dataverse of some random citizen that witnessed the Batman beating the crap out of some local scum. It seems the word started to get out slowly that a new player had entered the board. Bruce sat comfortable on a couch watching the news. He rented a penthouse apartment at the upper tier of Coruscant, it was no Wayne manor but while he was here he still needed a proper place to stay. His dual identity was a project that required constant work. As long as Bruce Wayne was in Coruscant doing what he does best, Batman was able to roam the verses with a safe hideout to fall back to. If there's anything he's learned over the past few years it's that you always need a place to fall back to in order to catch your breath.
The apartment symbolized his prosperity, pieces of art he has never seen before decorated his halls. This world was fascinating to say the least. Creating his own piece of the mansion made him feel like home just a bit more. With several bedrooms, two bathrooms, an enormous kitchen and a few 'hobby' rooms he'd be able to play the part of millionaire playboy for the outside world. Even though it was a mask of who he really was, it was a comfortable mask.
Bruce continued to watch the news as a familiar voice, laminated with a British accent, interrupted the newsreader,
"Master Wayne, didn't I ask you to stop putting your feet on the table? Must we do this in every universe you drag me out to?"
From behind the couch Alfred Pennyworth stood with a stern frown upon his face. Alfred has been Bruce's butler and family for as long as Bruce could remember. Being a pillar of support throughout his life this man was the closest thing he has had as a father, brother, preacher and life coach. The slightly older man was wearing a traditional butlers outfit, the spotless black jacket, white shirt and black tie on top of a ironed black pair of pants, all suited him perfectly. "You brought me here to assist you in this lunacy, not to be your maid, master Wayne. You might want to remember that." Bruce listened and placed his feet back on the ground. Alfred wasn't your traditional butler, he has been aiding Batman from the moment Bruce decided to wear the cowl. Never did his loyalty waver, not even when he met his end by one of the dictator Kent's cowardly plan.
The TV suddenly got a tad louder as Karl Jak's face got a nice close up on the screen, "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeet ready for another Dante's Abyss! It's coming soon! Don't miss it! We have it all, primes, action, babes, betrayal and of course a new champion at the end! Signups for primes are soon at a local hub nearby!" Bruce muted the annoying voice coming from the TV and returned his attention to Alfred.
"I never intended to bring you here in the first place. This whole thing is new to me as well. My research showed it was possible for primes to summon allies, and when I tried you actually showed up, I mean, it's actually you." Alfred's passing was clearly hard for the millionaire, he was never the one to properly show emotions but Alfred was with him long enough to notice the tiny details.
"That's quite alright master Wayne, though would it have killed you to shave a few years off?"
The apartment symbolized his prosperity, pieces of art he has never seen before decorated his halls. This world was fascinating to say the least. Creating his own piece of the mansion made him feel like home just a bit more. With several bedrooms, two bathrooms, an enormous kitchen and a few 'hobby' rooms he'd be able to play the part of millionaire playboy for the outside world. Even though it was a mask of who he really was, it was a comfortable mask.
Bruce continued to watch the news as a familiar voice, laminated with a British accent, interrupted the newsreader,
"Master Wayne, didn't I ask you to stop putting your feet on the table? Must we do this in every universe you drag me out to?"
From behind the couch Alfred Pennyworth stood with a stern frown upon his face. Alfred has been Bruce's butler and family for as long as Bruce could remember. Being a pillar of support throughout his life this man was the closest thing he has had as a father, brother, preacher and life coach. The slightly older man was wearing a traditional butlers outfit, the spotless black jacket, white shirt and black tie on top of a ironed black pair of pants, all suited him perfectly. "You brought me here to assist you in this lunacy, not to be your maid, master Wayne. You might want to remember that." Bruce listened and placed his feet back on the ground. Alfred wasn't your traditional butler, he has been aiding Batman from the moment Bruce decided to wear the cowl. Never did his loyalty waver, not even when he met his end by one of the dictator Kent's cowardly plan.
The TV suddenly got a tad louder as Karl Jak's face got a nice close up on the screen, "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeet ready for another Dante's Abyss! It's coming soon! Don't miss it! We have it all, primes, action, babes, betrayal and of course a new champion at the end! Signups for primes are soon at a local hub nearby!" Bruce muted the annoying voice coming from the TV and returned his attention to Alfred.
"I never intended to bring you here in the first place. This whole thing is new to me as well. My research showed it was possible for primes to summon allies, and when I tried you actually showed up, I mean, it's actually you." Alfred's passing was clearly hard for the millionaire, he was never the one to properly show emotions but Alfred was with him long enough to notice the tiny details.
"That's quite alright master Wayne, though would it have killed you to shave a few years off?"