Date: 2012-02-25 06:32 am (UTC)

[ As she speaks, Bruce eyes a sandwich placed strategically by Alfred in an exact place his hand would fall upon approach to the supercomputer; never let anyone say Batman was the master of preparation. He makes the decision to pick it up and take a bite, knowing that it would be more counterproductive not to in the end than it would to just eat it.

At the same time, he takes a seat and begins to type. In the corner, far off to the side, there appears to be a small, worn cot that has gotten a lot of use... more so than his actual bed must look. ]

You must be tired. I had Alfred prepare you a room upstairs. Make yourself at home, I've got work to do.

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