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Reunion

Chapter 11: Apartment

Jason brought Bruce straight to his apartment building. It was late and the sooner Bruce got some sleep, the better. It wasn't the grandest of apartments in Gotham. In fact the place reeked of damp. Mould was visible in the wall's nooks and Bruce could have sworn he saw a small creature scuttle across the hallway. He shivered at the thought of sharing a room with vermin.

Jason stopped at the third door and pulled a key from his trouser pocket. Bruce could tell he felt reserved about showing his living quarters to him. Probably a tip knowing him, Bruce thought.

The tumbler clicked with a turn of the key and lo and behold... Bruce had been correct. The room smelt worse than the hall, and that was saying something. Piles of clothes were littered everywhere alongside moulding fast food containers and beer cans. Bruce carefully made his way through the obstacle course of junk and opened up the spare bedroom. Jason winced whilst watching Bruce take in his home. He rarely had company, just spent his days working on plans to overthrow drug traders and developing new tech from his crappy resources.

To Bruce's surprise the spare room was spotless, complete with made bed and a closet waiting to be filled with clothes.

"I don't house many guests so it's just the same as when I bought the place." Jason explained. "The rest of the rooms though...I can only apologize in advance."

Bruce nodded, looking at the portraits of tranquil scenes hanging on the walls.

"Its perfect."

"I guess you want to check out my computer and stuff?" He held the door open for Bruce to walk through.

"Its not advanced, in fact the tech is pretty ancient but the software's great. Like I said I was able to upgrade my comm with it." Jason led the way to his bedroom. "It may be a bit slower than you're used to but I think you'll be- SON OF A BITCH."

When Jason opened the door to his bedroom they were greeted by a completely unexpected sight. A young blonde woman, naked from the waist down was lounging in Jason's bed, wine bottle half drained in her grip. She turned around to follow the noise, eyes glazed with the effects of alcohol. She gave a lopsided smile when she realised it was Jason in front of her. Jason turned quite a dazzling shade of red.

"Brad!" She slurred with a strong Russian accent. "I've been waiting days for you. When are you *hic* going to pay me?"

Bruce caught 'Brad's' eye and raised an eyebrow.

"I ...uhh...Saskia right? I'm sorry I uhh.. baby I completely forgot..." Jason stuttered.

A giggle escaped Saskia's lips.

"That's why I'm waiting." Jason mumbled something and pulled a hundred bucks from his wallet. He paused and decided to give her another fifty seeing as she'd been here a few days waiting for her cash. Jason's hands shook under Bruce's intimidating look.

He handed over the money and helped her off his bed, reminding her to put her skirt on. She laughed as if the situation was perhaps the funniest in the world and exited the apartment.

Jason didn't know what to say, so Bruce filled the silence.

"Old habits die hard I see." Bruce said, an amused tone to his voice. Jason just nodded, trying to forget the embarrassment that plagued his mind.

He coughed and resumed-

"Right. Yeah. So the computer should be fine, it's over here." Jason gestured to a desk full of tools and machine parts along with a box like computer.

It was almost 6 am so Bruce decided he'd had enough trauma for one day. Exhausted, he plunged headfirst into his mattress, revelling in the feel of soft covers against his face. After a few minutes of simply lying there, he pulled off his clothes and hung them up in the wardrobe. He was going to have to buy some more soon if he wanted to blend in to his high school. He'd have to call them later and pose as a transfer student to get a place at Gotham High. He'd have to take an entrance exam, but that would be child's play really. Bruce snorted at the irony of his metaphor.

Bruce's attention was grabbed by the mirror hanging on the inside of the closet door. He hadn't taken a good look at himself yet, so the shock of seeing his old body started a new. He looked exactly the same as before. As if all the later training he had done to hone his body to physical perfection had no effect at all. Sure he was muscular, but his body wasn't the power house he was used to. His skin was also slightly tanned, as he had not yet endured years of staying underground in the Bat Cave, clearly not getting the recommended daily dose of sunlight.

His hair needed cutting. The black locks fell freely, untouched by gel and not really cut into a distinctive shape. He'd had no reason to have tidy hair whilst training in Japan so had settled for the slightly longer look.

Bruce looked down at his underpants with a grimace. Of course he was less endowed as the 35 year old version of himself. But that had never stopped him in the past. He shook his head lightly, cursing his new found teenage hormones. He was certainly going to be less reckless this time round. Besides, he had a mission to concentrate on. He would get to school, befriend Tim, get to the Bat Cave for the software and modify the comm. He would then research into the ruby and return to normal. Easy as pie.

Bruce turned back to the bed and dove straight beneath the crisp sheets. It had been a long 24 hours. So much had happened. He just hoped the next day would be less hectic.

A/N: Just a small update to keep you satisfied! I'm open to suggestions for what you'd like Bruce to get up to whilst at school. You never know, he could do anything! Well almost anything.

I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing! You can probably all tell I'm new to this from my scrappy writing xD

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Anyways thanks for reading!

~Pikaachew~