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"Afraid? Batman's not afraid of anything. It's me I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the Joker may be right about me."

-Arkham Asylum

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He sat in silence in the small glass room overlooking the action below. The kids scrambled around the floor using different techniques, different powers to take down the mechanical beings in the room.

 "Impressed?"

Bruce turned in his seat to see a large furry blue man walk in, he nodded, "I haven't seen anything like it before." He wasn't very fazed by the appearance of the man; he had, after all, just met Kurt, a little blue elf-like boy.

 "My name is Henry McCoy." The man stuck out his large blue hand.

Bruce glanced down at his own hands, still bandaged from earlier, "Bruce Wayne." He said looking back up at Hank.

Hank dropped his hand to his side, "Ah, yes. I forgot about your hands…"

 "VIRGINIA!!!" Scott's irritated scream cut through the room followed by laughter that could only be described as evil.

Hank sighed and shook his head as he walked to the window and watched Scott leave the room in a rush. Bruce walked over to him looking curious.

 "What happened?" He asked eyeing Virginia leaning against a wall laughing hysterically.

A few of the other students were grinning while some of them just looked disgusted. Hank couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips as he turned to Bruce.

 "As you may have noticed, we are all mutants here and mutants have special powers. Virginia there has the power to make people PMS, or maybe I should say menstruate."

 Bruce looked back at Virginia, then back at Hank, "So-"

 "Dr. McCoy!" Scott shouted as he barged into the room, "I cannot keep doing this!" He began to sob as he held his stomach in, what Bruce assumed was pain.

 "Scott, calm down," Hank frowned, "I've told you this before, it'll only last a day or two… hopefully."

Scott's eyebrows shot up in panic, "'Hopefully'?! What do you mean 'hopefully'!?" He squeaked.

  "Oh come on, Scooter! Yer gonna live!" Logan walked in grinning.

Scott huffed, "You just don't understand!" His lip quivered and he turned and ran out of the room breaking down into hysterics.

 "I suggest you stay on Virginia's good side." Logan smirked folding his arms over his chest.

Bruce nodded slowly, "Yea, I see…"

 "I should probably go check on Scott," Hank made a face then turned to Bruce, "It was nice meeting you, Bruce."

Bruce nodded, and Hank disappeared out the door. Logan walked over to the window and looked down making sure everyone had left the Danger Room.

 "Nice mask." Bruce commented, it reminded him of his own mask.

 Logan raised an eyebrow but chose to ignore the remark, "Chuck wants ta talk with ya."

  "What?" That was a little random.

Logan tapped on his temple, "Ya must have some pretty good mental blocks, 'cause Chuck couldn' get through. He wants ta talk to ya."

 Bruce nodded and walked from the room, Logan shook his head ~Yer right Chuck, somethin' ain't right with that guy~

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 Charles Xavier tried to scan Bruce's mind but was stopped short by a mental block Bruce had slammed down, most likely unconsciously… or that's what he kept telling himself. He caught a few quick images before being kicked out, one of a boy in a red, black, and green costume hanging upside down over a vat of some kind of liquid… And then he was falling. The images blurred into one of a later time, a tombstone with the name Timothy Drake carved deeply into the marble. The last memory he saw was of a little boy kneeling on the sidewalk crying hysterically.

 A knock at the door scattered his thoughts, "Come in." He called out putting some files away in his desk.

Bruce walked in, his face blank and reading of no emotion at all.

 "Bruce, how are you feeling today?" Xavier asked, tenting his hands under his chin.

 "Fine." Bruce grunted, his fingertips twitching.

Xavier attempted a mind weep but was once again kicked out.

 "My mind's not a nice place to be, I suggest you stay out." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

Taken aback, Xavier leaned forward in his chair, "How did you build your mind blocks so well?"

 "Practice." Bruce grunted simply, he didn't like telepathist; J'onn (Martian Man Hunter) was the only exception, he had proven himself trustworthy. Xavier had not as of yet.

There was a soft knock at the door then it slowly opened, a girl with dark brown hair and white bangs stuck her head inside.

 "Can ah talk to you for a minute, Prof.?" He voice was thick with a southern accent.

Xavier cleared his throat and nodded, "Uh, yes Rogue. We were just finishing up here." He glanced at Bruce who frowned back at him then exited the room.

Rogue stepped inside the office, a wave of confusion washed over her face, "Who was he?"

 "Bruce Wayne." Xavier sighed rubbing his temples.

 "…Bruce Wayne as in… Batman?" She asked slowly a smirk tugging at her lips.

Xavier nodded, "Yes, him."

Rogue shrugged, "Who woulda thought that a cartoon character was real?"

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