|11.23 (-Presumed- Private Entry)
||[Jun. 30th, 2005|07:55 am]
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((OOC A/N :: This entry is marked Presumed Private. Therefore, it's stored in the Batcave's computer logs, and if anyone knows Bruce's passwords, they can have access to it. Please leave an OOC comment if you think you have a reason for a character to have/need access. ))
She's alive, and she's back.
I don't know if I dare say too much more. Because, well, two things.
Number one ... this is Selina we're talking about. Catwoman in every sense of the word - she's beautiful, she's mysterious, she's moody ... and she's skittish. I don't want to scare her away. So ... I said what came to me, first. What came on instinct. (However, I censored myself heavily ... I don't think she wants to hear -everything- that's on my mind right now. It's been a year - who knows what's changed?)
I told her that we could live with each other. Work around each other. Ourselves. Both of ourselves.
And while I feel like it's the thing that would work for us ... I'm not sure it's the thing that would work for Gotham. Which brings us to number two:
I have really, really, really bad luck with this sort of thing. It's one of those things that a part of me wishes I could talk to Alfred about, but he's busy enough already getting things set for the party. Which I dropped in his lap, too ("Hey Alfred, let's party." "Yes, Master Wayne, splendid, shall I do all the work again?" "Yeah sure, that'd be great, thanks, you're a real pal."). I feel really bad. Like everything I do isn't really that big, and Alfred's behind the scenes doing the Beaches thing. You know, being the wind beneath my wings and all that. And in a way, he is. But whenever I bring that up, he tends to sort of hand me a nice fat reality check. All the things I do, apparently, matter. Both as Bruce and as Batman. Wayne Enterprises is (according to some) a big boon to Gotham's economy ... which is good, I don't want Gotham turning into the next Hooverville, and all. And Batman, well. Help's debatable, according to Gotham. But as I told Selina ... I'm starting to wonder if it really matters how much good people think I'm doing.
If I feel I'm doing the best thing for as many involved as possible, isn't that enough?
... I don't know. I guess this is what I get for writing as soon as I wake up. ... But that's supposed to be the best time to clear your head ...
It really doesn't feel all that clear. Maybe after a few cups of coffee, I'll be meeting-worthy. After all, the board's meeting today to discuss stock options, and a possible business partnership with Tekmore Industries. They're not that big a corporation ... the only thing that gained them a name is that in the past couple of months, they've taken the reins for Shreck Ltd. from Chip Shreck. Guy seemed nice enough when I met with him before he left for the Orient. I wish him well. His father's another story - I think it's a good thing Gotham isn't under his twisting little manipulative thumb anymore.
But I'm rambling again - this is why I need coffee. Tekmore, right, I was talking about Tekmore. Uh. The only real thing we'd gain is a small percentage of stock capital, and they'd gain a part of ours ... sort of a symbiotic relationship, dependant on a mutual gain ratio. In other words, we both have to win to some extent for us both to gain anything. Incentive to work harder on both sides. So, it could work if Tekmore manages to bring SL back up from the ground. But little department stores aren't doing so hot anymore in the face of the big chains like Hal-Mart and all that.... so I don't know.
I guess that's what the board meeting's for, right?
And in other news .... how the HELL did Selina know about the party?!
God, I gotta stop trying to think so much before my coffee. Two cups, today, I think.