fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room, Sunday morning

"I see you're still around," Bruce noted when he spotted Terry in the common room eating a donut from an assorted box. Terry didn't buy them. They just happened to be there.

"There's free food," Terry said with a shrug. "Lots of stuff going on. Why would I leave?" Also, no GCPD chasing him.

"Because a portal called you back?" Bruce offered. "Clearly that hasn't happened yet." He assumed it had to be irresistible to any kids, otherwise some of them would probably end up stuck in Fandom, either due to boredom back home or their parents refusing to let go.

"Yeah, sure," Terry said with a roll of his eyes. "By the way, can I get some more money? I know you have it."

"Now that you've found the free food? I don't think so," Bruce said. "But there's always the chance you can earn some babysitting."

"Do I really look like the kind of person you'd trust with kids?" Terry asked.

"No, but I'll be watching out, just in case," Bruce said, taking a seat on the couch and putting some cartoons on the TV in case some smaller children wandered in. He figured he kind of owed this kid some supervision since he kept finding Bruce on these weekends. "I'm still not paying you, though."

"You have terrible taste in TV shows," Terry noted before going back to focusing on his donut.

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"No, I'd actually rather they didn't come. But if they did, at least they'd have something to keep them occupied," Bruce said. "And on the other hand, it gives the older visitors something to complain about."

And so concentrated the whiny teenage angst. Full of good ideas, this guy. Julie shook her head, nabbing one of those donuts. Finders keepers. Sorry, whoever's those were.

"So who actually are you, masochistic Friend of Kate?"

"Bruce Wayne. And she's not that bad," Bruce said, showing a grin. "I'm guessing you're not actually her daughter?"

[OOC: And now I head out until later tonight. Sorry! SP?]

Julie smirked a little, picking at the donut she'd found. "She's my guardian. It's more like having a crazy aunt." The sort who would don black leather and ride up to scare the daylights out of her classmates.

"I'm Julie," she added, as an afterthought.

So Kate would grow up to take in teenagers who weren't even related to her. Thankfully Bruce didn't know his future would run along that same path or he'd just start getting really suspicious about all these parallels.

"I'd say 'nice to meet you,' Julie, but it might still be too early to tell. After all, Kate is your guardian," Bruce joked.

"Out of curiosity, do you suspect all of Kate's friends are masochists?"

"She's like a monster magnet," Julie pointed out. What she failed to add was that it was her choice to stick with Kate. The safest place, in her opinion, was somewhere right behind her. You came to expect drama and violence if you spent much time around her. It took a special kind of person to be okay with that.

"But otherwise, pretty cool." She thought about that a second. "She's be cooler if she let me keep her knives." Not that taking them off her ever worked for long.

Bruce expected some kind of joke about Kate's sarcasm or dating history. Monsters? That was nothing.

"Fortunately we don't have to deal with monsters around here too often, and when we do they're fairly equal opportunity. So I think I mostly get the cool parts."

Like the merciless sarcasm. Apparently Bruce found that cool.

Well, dating future was something to be more worried about in this instance. Curran was a jealous sort and not entirely adverse to killing people who so much as looked at Kate in a way he didn't like. It was a good thing they'd likely never meet.

"I don't mind the monsters." She lived in the middle of the Atlanta Pack's Keep. If she did have a issue with monsters, there was a problem. "I can handle them. I can even take down Ascanio when he's being a total boy."

It was always good to know that the jealous type wasn't necessarily the type that could also catch a portal back to the past. That could get messy.

"Excuse my ignorance, but what kind of monster is Ascanio?" Bruce asked. "Because that sounds impressive, but I can't tell you how."

"He's Bouda." Because that explained so much to Bruce. "A werehyena. He thinks with his d--" Julie started so say one thing, and quite early on changed her mind. "Downstairs brain."

See above re. 'being a total boy'. One who happened to quite like Julie.

"Flirt and he's easy to take down." He was starting to catch on to that method of hers, sadly.

"Werehyena," Bruce repeated, thinking that one over. "The more I hear about your world, the simpler a city only overrun with crime sounds."

He reconsidered after a moment. "Crime and maybe the occasional zombie. Or ghost."

"Anyway, I have to give credit for resourcefulness. But I'd expect nothing less from somebody who spends enough time with Kate."

"Hey, I had that down waaay before I met Kate," she argued.

"And zombies, ghosts and crime sounds exactly like our world." It was possibly just a matter of the addition of a few shapeshifters, vampires and the small matter of a struggling post-apocalyptic society.

"I don't doubt that you did. But if she's a monster magnet, I bet most of her friends end up being pretty resourceful like you," Bruce explained. It's the way he'd go about it, at least, and his plan involved primarily being a weird loner.

"As for my world, it's a matter of percentages. There's a lot of crime, but I've only come across three monsters. I understand your world has a plenty of both."

Of course, if Bruce would give it another couple decades, a couple of his best friends would be aliens and his greatest enemy would be an immortal, so he was really making this call far too early.

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