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[searchingfordistraction]

There's so much to do and see in Gotham, why waste his time tracking down a phone number when Bryce Wayne's penthouse is the most well-known private residence in the city?

The security is also an infinite improvement over some of what he's encountered lately. He examines it from afar for a little before he decides to just do this the polite way.

Well. The relatively polite way. He's not exactly immaculate after three days' wandering. Easier to let himself get spotted openly scoping out the security than to try to talk his way into the building.

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[searchingfordistraction]

He smiles at her.

"It has its moments."

[gothamscitizens]

Alfred interrupts before Bryce can ask her next question, coming from the kitchen with a tea service complete with cookies.

"Miss Wayne." Coolly: "Mr. Moriarty."

He sets down the service between them and retreats, impeccably butler-ish the whole way.

[gothamsheiress]

Bryce sighs.

"Help yourself."

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim does just that, chuckling softly to himself.

He fills Bryce's cup as well before he sets the teapot down.

[gothamsheiress]

"Thanks."

She picks up her tea, adds sugar, and considers him.

"And where do you intend to stay, if you're staying in Gotham?"

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim gives her a brief, blank look over his cup.

It may, in fact, be almost genuine.

"Oh," he says, his tone one of realization, as he lowers his cup. "You mean wasting time sleeping." The way ordinary people do when they go on holiday.

[gothamsheiress]

"It's generally considered necessary."

[gothamscitizens]

(Alfred snorts from the kitchen.)

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim looks pained.

"So I've heard."

Frequently, with varying levels of resignation and/or exasperation depending on Seb's mood, as if Jim doesn't know exactly how far he can push himself before the deprivation hallucinations start to get out of hand.

[gothamsheiress]

"And eating?"

Jim seems like a resourceful sort; she's not terribly worried about him feeding himself, although she'd prefer he did it without indulging in anything illegal.

[searchingfordistraction]

"Takes less time than sleeping."

By way of apparent demonstration, he picks up one of the cookies and takes a bite.

[gothamsheiress]

"Have you been eating?" she says, patiently.

[searchingfordistraction]

He swallows.

"How is that pathological need to take care of everyone working out for you?"

[gothamsheiress]

She sighs.

"About as well as it ever does."

[searchingfordistraction]

"Will it make you feel better if I promise not to die of self-neglect on your territory?"

She can even make it a condition of the next three days, if she likes.

[gothamsheiress]

"As long as you're not causing trouble in my city, how much you abuse yourself here or elsewhere is none of my business."

A sip of tea.

"I don't have any real desire to see you dead, though."

[searchingfordistraction]

There's a brief flicker of amusement in his eyes at that last statement, but he doesn't say anything, concentrating instead on his tea.

[gothamsheiress]

"Don't make me reconsider."