The Batcave

Closed RP page for Batman/Bruce Wayne with the face claim of Ben Affleck associated with the War of Justice RP group.

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Are you a DC comics roleplayer? Or even a Marvel roleplayer with an interest in a DC Hero? Or  have your own Original Character but are having trouble deciding where they belong?

Look no further!

JUSTICE CALLING Roleplaying group is a new growing group of heroes and villains alike, with original characters allowed along with flexible character changes and freedom to help alter the plot!

Apply here if you want to you live in shoes of your favored hero or villain, such as:

>Rachel Roth, Raven

>John Constantine

>Barry Allen, The Flash

>Solomon Grundy

>Amanda Waller

We hope to see your applications!

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A Favor|| Zatanna & Batman

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Zatanna was standing on a familiar rooftop. It seemed this was always the masked crusader go to point when meeting up with her when not dropping by to her dressing room. He was still very secretive about his Batcave seeing as how she’d only been inside once and for the life of her could’t remember how she got there. She supposed that was part of the point of the mystery. She supposed that’s what always drew her towards him. She didn’t exactly remember when it started, when she’d gotten on his radar in Gotham and they started this relationship, partnership…whatever you wished to call it. They helped each other when they needed it, and weren’t strangers to doing favors for one another. Even if she didn’t know the man behind the mask. Well she had strong hunches, but she never liked to cast her bet until she was 100% certain. 

She ran her fingers through her hair taking a deep breath. She wasn’t completely even sure what exactly she was even asking of him, but she knew there were very few who could help her out against someone so powerful, and to also help think of other angles to go about this. He was a master detective, if anyone could figure this out it would be him. she just had to hope that he was still willing to take the time to help her out. 

She heard something behind her and her lips curled into a sly grin, “I was beginning to think you were going to keep me waiting?” She chimed and turned towards him with her usual casual demeanor. 

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Batman was impressed. It was a very rare occurrence that anyone heard his approach from the shadows. Usually the first tip off was the pointed-ear shadow growing slowly over whomever he had come to speak with, or punch, or whatever came first. He liked her. She had skills. If she was as talented in other aspects whatever she needed was more important than any of the smaller crimes going on in Gotham tonight. Besides, he had contingency plans. 

He left the shadows quickly, standing beside the magician. Emotionless behind the white eyes that scanned his surroundings. Her heart rate was high: nervous, or scared. Maybe both. 

"With what can I help you, Ms. Zatara?" 

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In the Shadows || Batman & Nightwing

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Bruce ran his gloved hand over the immaculate keyboard that controlled the center screen of the Batcomputer, which in reality, was several computers all hooked up to a single network. Other than the screeching of bats deep in the labyrinthine cave and the whirring of the machines the Cave was quiet. No warnings had popped up on the big screen. Dick wasn’t around to make jokes or try to pull Bruce out of his focus. It had been years since Richard Grayson had first dawned the colourful suit that became a trade mark of Robin, an the Boy Wonder had grown into a man, but Bruce still found himself turning around in the large, black leather chair expecting to see the fresh-faced boy, only to be greeted by the dark seclusion of his own design. Until tonight. 

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A Chance Meeting || Bruce & Selina

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"Good is relative." the raven haired woman smiled, a slow and purposeful grin that lit up her entire face with mischief. "What brings you up to the surface, handsome?" Selina placed a well manicured hand on the man’s shoulder, staring up at him with piercing green eyes. 

"It isn’t every day you see royalty consorting with the little people." She chucked to herself a little, slowly dropping her fingers from Bruce’s coat. She knew he hated when she poked fun at his money or status, but she couldn’t help herself. it was too easy. It was too fun. "If you’ve got some time to kill, I know a place we could go for a slice." She barely gave him the opportunity to answer, turning on her heel to take off without him- if that were to be his decision. "That is if…you can fathom the concept of paper plates…"

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Bruce had a plan for everything. Hundreds of scenarios mapped out somewhere in the tunnels of his own mind. He had check mated his villains more times than they'd like to admit before they moved their first pawn. He had a plan for everything, except when Selina was near.

"I really need to be getting back...stocks...and...," he said, unconsciously following after her. It only took one large stride to catch up.

"You know, I went to college for... awhile. I've eaten peasant food."

If she was going to taunt him, then he may as well taunt her. Isn't that how it worked?

"I'd say we could go Dutch, but I don't think stolen necklaces are accepted as currency above ground, as you say, Ms. Kyle."

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Diana blinked hard, head tilting only a fraction of an inch to the side. As if the man had just spoken some truly foreign language to her. This is not new. The one described as the Caped Crusader who is truly Bruce Wayne, often puzzled Diana with his aura of mystery and the way he constantly fought (not violently, but sometimes rudely) her efforts to form a closer friendship between them.

Partially sitting and partially leaning against his desk, she still doesn’t move or show any real signs of understanding his rejection.

"And why certainly not?" Her words remain dignified, strong. Not at all shaken up like some voices were in Bruce’s presence. Then again, he’s only wearing business attire, different from the ever intimidating Batsuit. "Are we not warriors of justice, joined together to fight the evils of the world? If anything, I should be welcomed here with open arms." Uhh, what, Diana?

Her lips, soft and plush with a rosy tint to them, quirk wonderfully upward at one corner. “It is okay, Caped Crusader. I forgive your initial words of protest. Now, shall we discuss why I am here?”

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Bruce stood up behind is oak desk. 

"You might be fine with everyone knowing your heritage, Princess. I have a front, so if you could keep your voice down that would just be fantastic." 

Bruce hadn't really warmed up to the idea of teammates, especially when they came barging into his office. 

"Since you're already here, what is it that you want?"

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A Chance Meeting || Bruce & Selina

Bruce walked down one of the many dirty streets of Gotham City. His mind was in the clouds, or rather the cave. He had a stressful at the company, much like every day. In his twenties Bruce could hardly stand the backstabbing and complicated back and forth of mergers, takeovers, and deals. Age had not made him any more patient. 

He had his eyes on his polished shoes when he felt a bump on his shoulder, and then a whiff of familiar perfume. 

"Selina? What are you doing here? Should I check my pockets, or are being good today?"

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"You were saying?"

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Bruce Wayne didn't give his trust away; one had to work for it. Busting into his office at Wayne Enterprises uninvited was not a way to do that. 

"What I was saying was that you can't just invade my company like this, Diana."

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