[A young boy, partway into his teen years, stared into the camera with an aura of confidence. The last few years of his life had prepared him for moments like these...somewhat. The isolation. The uncertainty. And, because it was Gotham, even the insanity. Because of this, he was able to remain calm. Polite.]
While I have appreciated the generous hospitality shown to me... [Compared to prior kidnappings/attemptings on my life] ...I would very much like to return home now.
If it's money you desire, I'm sure we could work something out.
ACTION
[In his exploration, Bruce somehow found his way to the kitchen. His stomach gave a near coincidental grown the moment he stepped foot inside. Only then did he realize just how hungry he was. So he set to work, wandering from cabinet to cabinet. Searching through the fridge.]
[He had been encouraged to make himself at home, after all.]
[The ingredients were surprisingly plentiful, and while they didn't compare with the quality he was accustomed to back at the Manor, it did reminded him of his brief time on the streets. Meaning he could adjust. Some sliced meats here. Bread. Cheese. There were condiments in the cupboards. The sink water ran clear.]
[Within a few minutes, the young man had a hearty sandwich and class of water with him. There was a book on the kitchen counter. One he had borrowed from an earlier venture into the library. He sat at the chair and began idly flipping through the pages as he nibbled on the sandwich. Seemingly forgetting it after only a few bites, so engrossed he became in his reading.]
Bruce Wayne ❖ GOTHAM
[He was not afraid.]
[But he was also far from pleased.]
[A young boy, partway into his teen years, stared into the camera with an aura of confidence. The last few years of his life had prepared him for moments like these...somewhat. The isolation. The uncertainty. And, because it was Gotham, even the insanity. Because of this, he was able to remain calm. Polite.]
While I have appreciated the generous hospitality shown to me... [Compared to prior kidnappings/attemptings on my life] ...I would very much like to return home now.
If it's money you desire, I'm sure we could work something out.
ACTION
[In his exploration, Bruce somehow found his way to the kitchen. His stomach gave a near coincidental grown the moment he stepped foot inside. Only then did he realize just how hungry he was. So he set to work, wandering from cabinet to cabinet. Searching through the fridge.]
[He had been encouraged to make himself at home, after all.]
[The ingredients were surprisingly plentiful, and while they didn't compare with the quality he was accustomed to back at the Manor, it did reminded him of his brief time on the streets. Meaning he could adjust. Some sliced meats here. Bread. Cheese. There were condiments in the cupboards. The sink water ran clear.]
[Within a few minutes, the young man had a hearty sandwich and class of water with him. There was a book on the kitchen counter. One he had borrowed from an earlier venture into the library. He sat at the chair and began idly flipping through the pages as he nibbled on the sandwich. Seemingly forgetting it after only a few bites, so engrossed he became in his reading.]