Day 38: Patients' Library

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The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.

He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.

Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.

Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.

Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.

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"He's a good kid," Tony remarked. It was meant to be offhand, but he surprised himself by genuinely meaning it. Something not to dwell on, lest he be accused of becoming sentimental in his old age.

Well, uh, kinda. More along the lines of what you said you do though.

There were other possibilities still, but it was seeming more and more likely that Bruce was the friend Wally had mentioned, if only briefly. His gaze sharpened with keen interest, kept firmly in check by the very public nature of their surroundings and the likely implications of just how cagey his roommate had been when mentioning the man. Despite accusations to the contrary, Tony was well aware of the merits of discretion. He just had little interest in the normal conventions surrounding when and how to apply it.

The slight smile became a smirk of his own, with just a hint of self-mockery to it. "I knew I never should've mentioned that night in Dubai," he replied, sighing heavily. It was virtually meaningless, save as acknowledgment.

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The "good kid" comment gave Bruce pause; the smirk disappeared, replaced by a more thoughtful, considering look.

Bruce caught the change in Stark's attitude, as well as the hint in his acknowledgment. It seemed Wally had, for once, picked someone to trust that could keep secrets. This was but their first meeting, and yet Bruce was already starting to get a sense of Tony Stark as a person. The way Stark could observe and focus was in itself indicative of a persistent nature. He was evidently cautious, but either trusted Wally enough to tell him about his "second job," or had enough of a sense of fairness to tell Wally one of his secrets having found out Wally's own.

All that would have to be good enough. For now.

"Paris," replied Bruce, equally meaninglessly.

"In my defense, it was going fine until she called me her 'petit maquereau.'"