"I hate to say this, but... He hates to say nothing! He was most likely just playing around the last few days and was making excuses that he wasn't able to get to our project! ARGH! That man sometimes!"

Yelling a bit louder then she wanted in the streets of Gotham, Velma was grumpily stalking her way across town while chatting to Daphne on the other line. Venting her frustration into the willing ear of her faraway companion back at home, as she traveled the pavement.

Velma had been staying in an apartment that Daphne's family owned for all their Gotham branch meetings and such. So, being an adopted daughter of sorts, she was encouraged to use the space when ever she needed it. And well, she was stuck around for a bit longer waiting on Bruce Wayne to get off his butt and get to their files. So, she was heading back towards the apartment though planning on stopping somewhere to pick something up for food before she settled in for the night.

"Maybe he was actually busy for once. You never know." Came the voice of Daphne, from the earpiece pressed against her head.

"You did say he seemed tired and didn't even try to look the part. I have to admit, that is a extra level of tired if someone like Bruce Wayne let you see him disheveled like that. No matter how haggard I felt, mother and father never allow me to be near shareholders or other higher ups in that sort of state. So, count yourself lucky! Paparazzi would kill for a pic of the Golden boy, Bruce Wayne with a hangover."

"Ugh, they could have it Daph. I just want to get this project not stalled, waiting on his signature is frustrating!"

Velma lamented to her Best friend. Wishing that she was closer, for some 'boys have cooties' girl time. And maybe indulge in a tub of their favorite ice cream while she could vent and complain. But a part of her did understand how sometimes paperwork did just get out of hand. And the amount he had across his desk was on the impressive side. She figured it was a real pile, and not something he would put on his desk to just lie to her. As annoying as he was, he tended to upfront about most things, playboy attitude notwithstanding. But, he did look like he had been put through the ringer.

"He did apologize though, and said he was planning on having the file sent to you tonight, right?" Daphne pointed out, earning a sigh from the woman.

"Yeah. But if he was just planning on emailing it to me the whole time, then why was I stuck waiting around for hours... for him to then tell me that I came all that way for nothing!?" Time was money, and all that. And while the gang didn't have a mystery set up, Velma still didn't want to be stuck waiting around for no reason and just end up getting sent home with a 'sorry, too long didn't read'.

"Well, at least he is working on getting to it. Though how long you plan to be over there, so I can let Jenkins know when you need a flight home?"

"I don't know. I was waiting on some results on the project, so I need to double check the data and see what types of things we need to do moving forward in the testing before we can use some of the samples in actual production. The tests haven't been done across multiple situations and I won't let it be added into things that might cause it to fail in the long run. So, I want to see what trials Wayne Tech uses and see if it's good enough standards to move forward."

Wayne Enterprise wasn't a company that did things half way. But she still wanted to see it on paper before deciding anything. And as much as she had access to the labs, there was only so much she could get out of the techs that wasn't with Bruce there giving permission, or allowance with a signature. Sure, it kept things safe, but it was even safe from her.

"Well, don't make me come over there and drag you back." Daphne joked, threatening to come and retrieve Velma.

"... You just want an excuse to hang out and go shopping." Velma snorted, though wouldn't be against some company.

"Guilty as charged, but I would at least wait till you were done, or stuck waiting like now to kidnap you for a romp around the town."

"How kind of you...But thanks Daph. I'll keep you updated. I plan to nab a quick meal from some place that I can walk in and get something made, before heading back to the apartment. I'll talk to you later." She wanted to keep talking, but she was almost to the restaurant she had seen before. Figuring they probably had ability for take out, letting her head back 'home' and enjoy her meal in peace.

"Oh, if that is the little place on the corner and 3rd, you had you eye on? You got to let me know how it is!"

"Will do, you'll have my paper in triplicate, probably before Bruce send me his... Night Daph."

"Heh, Good Night Velma. Worse case if you're still up and waiting, I'll be around. Besides having some dinner with the guys, I have my door open, so to speak. Call any time." Daphne could only do so much from the distance they were at. But it wasn't such a problem that woman felt like she needed to hop on a plane and get herself over there to back Velma up. It was business as usual, as annoying as it was to wait.

Hanging up, Velma already missed Daphne. But her stomach was starting to lodge a complaint, enough that even Shaggy would be able to hear it back in Coolsville, Ohio. She needed to make that stop and grab a bite to eat, before it started setting off tremors across the Richter scale. The city had it's own share of problems, that she didn't need to add stomach induced earthquakes to the list.

"Did you hear, Batman finally caught Joker yesterday!" Came a voice from a local that was sitting outside the restaurant she was heading too, with her getting on line for the lunch rush. Allowing her to over hearing the local commentary and gossip.

"Yeah, I was about time too. The Joker and his goons really trashed that row of shops down by the pier. I hope they had insurance." Another voice added in. Making Velma grin to herself.

Only in Gotham, would you have super villain's accounted in your insurance packages for businesses of all types. The top of the line plan for every citizens needs! Flooding, got you covered. Hurricane, we got that too. Property damage because Joker decided to toss some exploding teeth or small case of rampaging robot penguins on the loose? Yes, only in Gotham City!

But it was good to know that Batman was still keeping the city safe. And she knew first hand how annoying it was to go up against the demented clown in the past. So, she hoped that Batman didn't have to go through too much craziness to manage to get Joker and his gang captured and put back behind bars where they belonged.

"At least Batman probably didn't have to deal with paperwork..." Velma grumbled to herself, feeling slightly jealous of the Dark Knight and his ability to whisk off into the night and leave the cleaning up usually to the local authorities. Her and the gang usually end up having to get called in for interviews and other lengthy court procedures while Batman usually just strung up his evil do'ers and called it a day. Why Batman was a vigilante, and not some official, badged officer of the law.

Though he was a card carrying member of the Justice League. So, maybe she didn't see the after effects of Batman's captures and the caseload that came with it. Feeling a small headache about to form, as she was trying to fully grasp the amount of intergalactic hassle that might be possible to exist for the Justice League. Trying to put into paperwork the types of world shaking events that they probably had to deal with.

"Ugh, maybe it's better that I am just waiting on a playboy with a hangover..." Velma lamented, finally getting her order and heading off to the apartment to wait.

The apartment wasn't too far away from the food place, which is why she had wanted to stop there anyway. It was close, and she had passed by it several times in the past. And some of the stuff looked and smelled good as she had wandered by. And as much as she loved Shaggy and his non-violent lifestyle... Sometimes she really just wanted a thick cut burger, dripping with juices and topped with bacon and no regrets. And she didn't like eating such things in front of Shaggy if she had the chance, respecting his dietary choices. She would take full advantage being away from home and indulge herself. Plus the double fists worth of fries, certainly made up for the high brow, hipster price she had to pay for the meal. All the artery clogging goodness.

The Blakes owned several properties all over the world for their business, so this was their go to for Gotham City. The apartment wasn't too big, but Daphne's parents owned the whole building, though had others renting out the lower floors while the family stayed in the more penthouse, top floors. The apartment was up a few floors of stairs, to get to the main living room of the apartment. From there it branched off to an equipped kitchen and several rooms for staff traveling with them. And the higher attached floors, were Daphne's bedroom and the Master bedroom for her parents.

Daphne's bedroom was where she was staying in town. Crashing there with her luggage and laptop, taking over the queen bed that took up most of the room. Daphne's room there was probably a tad bigger then her own room at home. And it had a pair of sliding doors that lead to a rather nice rooftop patio that included a killer view, and a hot tub. Providing a beautiful landscape over part of the city, that wasn't swallowed up with much taller buildings then the one she was in. Appreciating the local Gothic architecture and all the gargoyles that littered the edges of the buildings around the city. A few that were nearby, just out of visual range without a set of binoculars.

Tossing her shoes aside, Velma settled into the bedroom to enjoy her meal while she waited to finally receive the email. Ripping open the paper bag, she used it as a plate being too lazy to wander downstairs, or want to have to do dishes after her meal. The greasy bounty spilled forth, making her mouth water. It certainly smelled amazing, a positive note she would include in her paper to Daphne about the place. Along with the rather quick time it took her to get her order in, wait and then run off with the food during peak lunch time. Though she wasn't sure how long it might be, had she stayed at the location for food. Since it did seem to have a separate line between take away and indoor/outdoor seating.

Flipping open her laptop, she ate with one hand and typed with the other. Checking her emails and seeing what she had to respond to, if anything. Though an email from Wayne Tech hadn't been sent yet. To her annoyance.