Answering the Plea (Batman)

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The winds picked up around the Wayne manor, noticeably too, as the sky darkened a little bit. A lone figure was seen in the sky and it lowered herself slowly. The most recognizable trait on the figure was the long white hair, being held together by a sort of a crown. It was Ororo Munroe, better known around the heroes as Storm of the X-Men. She got a call from the Batman not so long ago, who asked her to help with the Gotham City. Storm never turn down a call for help, whether it was to rebuild a city, help with the defense or offense or to save any potential survivors. Most heroes kind of gave up on the people in the attacked cities, but Ororo believed in some strong people that could survive in the decimated ruins.

Lessening the winds, Storm touched down the ground on the path, that led to the gates. Her eyes turned to the striking blue and she made her way slowly to the front door and rang the bell. She waited patiently until someone opened the door and Storm smiled pleasantly at the person. "My name is Storm from the X-Men, I got a call from Mr. Wayne a little while ago, asking for a meeting," she softly explained and relaxed her posture as she waited to be admitted.

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A countless number of weeks had went by without an answer from anybody from the superhero community. It seemed that no one thought Gotham City and its survivors were worth protecting. For the longest time, Bruce had been the only hero left in the city. The rest of his family had seemingly disappeared shortly after the attack. No one had any answers on them. That or they were not willing to tell Bruce the truth. He had to push these thoughts into the back of his mind. There was no use in breaking down. People depended on him, and he was not about to let them down.

Out of the numerous rooms in Wayne Manor, only a few were unoccupied by survivors Bruce had brought into his home. Some of them were saved personally by Batman and brought to live with him. There was plenty of food to go around, and plenty of rooms. One room was specifically off limits to people, though. His study. It was there that he spent most of his time, when he wasn't looking for people in the ruins. His identity as Batman was pretty much known to everyone now. The only reason he still used the costume was that it blended in with the night. The clones had a much harder time finding him.

Sitting in his study, like he usually did, Bruce looked up from a few reports scattered on his desk. Alfred was letting someone into his room. It was a woman who he had never met before, but he knew her name. Storm from the X-Men managed to hear his pleas. While he had not seen the woman in person, he had seen pictures of her. They did not do her enough justice. The woman was very attractive in person, although Bruce could no longer find the time for romance while he had people to take care off. He managed to muster up a kind smile to the woman "Storm, I presume? I'm glad you managed to receive my call. We haven't had too much help from the hero community. Please, have a seat." He gestured to a seat across the table from him.