The Wayne Apartments
A well built man dressed in average jeans and a shirt half covered by a jacket strolled up to the front desk of the Wayne Apartments.
"Hello. I'm here to pick up my key for apartment 913B."
"Name?"
"Thomas Pennyworth."
The desk worker rumages around in a box jingling with keys until he pulls up the one he was searching for.
"Here you go Mr. Pennyworth, and, by the way, the gym is open from 4 AM through 10 PM."
"Er...thanks.
Thomas collected the keys and traveled nine floors up on the elevator. As the floors dinged by he thought to himself well it certainly was nice to not be recognized and swarmed by the papparazzi.
He exited the elevator and went down the hall, turned right, and turned right again. 911B...912A...912B...913A...and finally 913B. He faced the door, and put the key in the lock to unlock the door. He swung open the door and went inside. Unbeknownst to him though someone was watching him.
The same someone watched him throughout the day as Thomas made several trips up and down in order to bring up all his stuff.
I finally had all my belongings up into the apartment. As I look around I have to admit, the company did a good job with this place. My apartment featured a welcoming living room already adorned with a large tv and cushy couch. The kitchen featured a top of the line fridge, dishwasher, stove, and the only thing I have a slight clue of how to work, a microwave. Down a short hallway were another three rooms. On the right there were two doors. The first one contained a study with a large desk, a few bookshelves, and a very comfy looking desk chair. The chair would definitely be helpful for my job, both my jobs. The second door held a classy bathroom. Obviously there was a toilet along with a glassed in shower, jet tub, and sink. On the left I found my bedroom. There was only a king size bed for furnishment. At the back of the room was a walk in closet. Most would be angered by the relatively miniscule size of it, but I expected it. I ran my hands along the back wall until I found the crack in the wall. I pushed in, opening the fake wall. Inside was another small room approximately ten feet by ten feet. This is where I planned to set up the subcave. It was nowhere near as good as the cave at the manor but his sisters were getting too suspicous about his nightly activities. For now this would have to do.
At about 7 o'clock someone knocked on his door. He looked through the peephole and found a shy smile on a normally confident face. The face was framed by gorgeous black hair that flowed down a body he knew very well from his "other job." He opened the door with a matching smile.
"Hi um I'm Diana Prince. I saw you moving in today and thought I would come say hi. I brought some cookies."
I glance down at the plate of cookies she held. They did look good.
"Come on in. My name is Thomas Pennyworth."
Diana walked in and set the cookies on the table in the kitchen. She offered a cookie to him which he gladly took.
"So Mr. Pennyworth what brings you here?"
"Well first off you can call me Thomas, or even Tommy. There's no need to be so formal. And I'm here actually to hide from the world a little. I just want to have a little time to be just me. Do you know what I mean?"
"You have no idea Thomas." She stressed the use of his more casual name.
"So your in the same boat then huh? What do you do for a living?"
"I work for a charity foundation. You?"
"I work for Wayne Enterprises- from my home. "
The two continued talking for a while, easily falling into the conversation pattern of close friends. Later that evening Thomas escorted Diana back to her apartment. The two would quickly become good friends.