A decade after Jurassic Park fell, it's resident Tyrannosaurus Rex mating pair were doing their own thing, as usual.
Hunting. Eating.
And even patrolling.
Until a group of Ingen soldiers and guards tranq'd them and they were put into a cage for the new resort, Jurassic World.
In Gotham... billionaire Bruce Wayne, was being held up, at a board meeting at his family company, Wayne Enterprises.
During the day, that was.
The board meeting was over after an hour, it was that of discussing over new deliveries of new military prototype equipment, being transferred into the department of Lucius Fox, the company's C.E.O.
Once the furniture and equipment had been removed from the burnt down Wayne Manor, Alfred made a early morning breakfast for his ward Bruce Wayne.
"Master Wayne?" Alfred asked, hoping for an answer.
Once he got into the room, his young ward was gone.
Who, was at the bunker, tapping into the surveillance footage that he hacked into.
And watched over to see if anything at Isla Nublar had changed lately.
His expression looked grim.
Until his butler showed up.
Fortunately, with the meal intact.
"Staying up late again patrolling, isn't it, Master Bruce?" Alfred called out from behind.
"Yeah. Had been. Batman's been making good progress at least since the night Scarecrow's fear toxin was dumped into the water supply. But it was just the beginning. Now I'm hearing that a company named Ingen had what appears to be, technology to clone animals you can think of back from extinction. Looks like he'll have a lot on his hands to handle." Bruce replied back as his butler approached with his breakfast.
The last Wayne stared at his meal, eyeing it but he asked another question.
"I'm guessing you prepared a meal at this time?" Bruce asked, before he began to turn his attention to the footage.
As Alfred brought him his dinner that morning, he put it aside, to the butler's dismay. Bruce stared at the footage from his seat in his makeshift Batcave. "You must eat, sir," he insisted. "You need to regain your strength. And have plenty of rest. After the night with Ra's al Ghul a year back."
Alfred, being the Wayne family butler, had to raise his ward since the young heir was a child.
However, Bruce was wondering why he didn't make the liquidized drink he usually drinks as a form of nourishment.
"Why don't you make the blends I have normally preferred?" Bruce argued, glaring at Alfred as a petulant child would to a parent, as if he didn't got what he had wanted.
"Because that garbage you drink is horrendous and your body needs real nourishment. Like food."
"It is nourishment…liquidized, as in, ahem, a drink." Bruce retorted.
The sound of the elevator dinging made Alfred smile triumphantly. "Very well, sir. If you don't eat while I'm here, Master Bruce, perhaps someone else can persuade you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded as the butler exited the room to put up the Batman's equipment.
About a minute later, a sound of priscy footsteps started walking towards his direction.
Until his friend, Rachel, entered the elevator to the cave.
And she also, like Alfred, insisted him that he needs to eat.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded as the butler exited the room. He could hear the British male speaking with another, a female voice drifting through the air.
He prayed it wasn't some gold digging woman that was after him for his money.
"Why haven't you been eating the food that Alfred made for you, Bruce?"
Bruce's head jerked up as he heard Rachel's voice, her bright eyes and teasing smile making him unconsciously grin back. "Alfred says you won't eat dinner."
"I have my reasons," he replied lightly.
"Mh-hm," she rolled her eyes, sarcastically, taking the tray and moving it closer to him before sitting on the edge of the bed. "C'mon. Your butler's worried about you…although I have to admit, I never pinned you as the selfish playboy. That goes out drinking and partying."
Bruce groaned in frustration. "Seriously, Rachel?!"
"Well, you know me, I'm full of surprises." He pointed out.
"Well, you're going to be full of food in a little bit," she grinned, cutting up his meal for him. "You're going to eat this, one way or the other, whether you like it or not."
"This is harassment," he stated plainly. "I'm not going to let you feed me." Bruce began looking away.
"Aw, but you'll hurt Alfred's feelings," she pouted, putting on a puppy-eyed face. "Pretty please?"
Rachel gave him that look, which Bruce had no way to win over that.
Bruce slapped his hand over his eyes and shook his head, facepalming himself.
"Curse you and your pretty cute face," he cursed, hearing her giggle at this.
"Okay, but I'm-MH!" Already, Rachel had placed a forkful of food into his mouth, smirking victoriously at him before he could say anything else.
Bruce crossed his arms.
"Hmph," he grumbled around the mouthful. "Not cool." Bruce mumbled, still with the food in his mouth.
"Jeez, Bruce. Just chew your food already. And, don't talk with your mouth full. Manners, perhaps?" Rachel asked on cue.
In spite of being forced to eat, he found the enjoyment out of it.
Which is why he'll have to make do with her at the moment.