When is a house a home?

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Even for billionaire playboys, rising at 3pm is pushing it. Well, what the hell. The Batman was up until dawn collaring a group he thinks is tied to Black Mask - one way or the other, dope pushers need to be taken down - and for his trouble, he got a fresh set of bruises, a shallow gash in his forehead that bled like a son of a bitch, and a headache the side of Mars. He needed the sleep.

Hot shower done, jeans donned, Bruce trots downstairs to the kitchen for food and coffee, occasionally rubbing his hair with the towel tossed loosely around his neck.

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Both eyebrows go up at that. "And she didn't claw his eyes out, considering this whole mess is his fault?"

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"Not that I've heard." There's a small hesitation before he adds, "And it's my fault. I could have let Ollie take care of it. Didn't think that was a good idea."

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"She's either mellowing out as she gets older or she's planning to break in and castrate him in his sleep. And maybe you, too, when she's done." He reaches once more for the crackers, withdrawing a reserved handful. "Why, what was he planning on doing about it?"

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"You know Ollie. Probably some idiot notion. Last time he had a problem like this, though, he and the others decided a mind wipe was justified."