the_caped_crusader | Duplicity IC Contact

[The woman in the photo has her back to the camera, and despite the mirror she's apparently looking into, only the bottom part of her face is visible. Her lips are slightly parted, there's clearly a flush to her cheeks. The vanity itself is in organized disarray, strewn with elegant crystal bottles and jars that each clearly serve a purpose. Her back and limbs are toned, marking her a clear athlete, but everything about her in this moment looks remarkably soft: the loose tendrils of hair falling over her shoulders, the slight curve of her breast, the gentle arch of her back. A coil of golden rope hangs off the back of the chair, somehow casting a faint glow over her olive skin. It's all elegant, chic, and doesn't look at all staged (but it definitely is).]

Edited 2019-01-20 04:52 (UTC)

[ there's something remarkably familiar about the woman in the photo-- enough to make bruce look twice (among other reasons). a part of him feels invasive, as though he's looking at something private that wasn't quite meant for him, but he can't help but stare at the curve of her shoulders, or the way the soft curls of her hair fall along her back. as much as they've had each other's, her identity almost seems unmistakable to him. it's only moments later that he realizes he's been holding his breath. ]

I think you have the wrong person, but your handle. It Greek for Diana. What is your last name?

[diana only finds out about the security breach after the photos have already been retrieved and sent. over the past hundred years she's become the sort of person that highly values her own privacy, and this is a kind of invasion she cannot abide. still, while she has her own talents with some kinds of hacking and tracking, the perpetrators are beyond her capabilities. it chafes to have to leave this to those better-equipped, but for the moment, it's all she can do.

then she receives a reply from a number she doesn't recognizes, but a handle she does.

a wariness creeps up her spine, and she spends a while deliberating what to say. it's a common enough surname, she thinks, and it could be a coincidence. but how many people would not only recognize a greek name, but immediately ask such a specific follow-up question? eventually she makes the only decision she can: honesty.]

Possibly. And it's Prince.

[ there's some amount of relief as well disquiet that he feels when she confirms his suspicions. on one hand-- he trusts diana, maybe more than anyone. on the other, this isn't his diana, and he had to confirm her identity via a nude picture he was sent of her. ]

This may come as a surprise to you, but you and I know each other. My name is Bruce Wayne.

[of course as soon as diana's phone gets hacked her nudes are sent to bruce fucking wayne because that's just how her life has operated these past few months. still, she hangs on to the fragile hope that this is some sort of imposter; while in her own world it would take a lot to impersonate gotham's posterboy, there are much fewer checks on that kind of thing here.]

That would surprise me. And, as someone who isn't often surprised, unless you can prove that you are Bruce Wayne, you'll forgive me for disbelieving you.

Whatever I say may not mean anything to you. I have [ ... ] reason to believe that you're not the same Diana Prince from my world. Still, what do you want to know?

[ Wynonna's been fielding misfires all day to the point where she's basically just shut off her device to give herself a minute to not think about anything that's being sent out without her knowledge. If only that actually solved the problem of her various selfies going out to random people, because it doesn't matter if her device itself isn't turned on; those pics are making the rounds anyway and dropping into unsuspecting inboxes at any time.

Case in point. It's not the most explicit selfie she could've sent out by any means, but it's certainly far from platonic: she's clearly lounging in one of the big-ass beds afforded to the dominants in the Up, stretched out on her stomach, and while she's still got some clothes on, they don't amount to much. In fact, her wardrobe in the picture consists of a small cropped t-shirt and a pair of lace thong underwear, because when you've got certain rear assets it's important to lead with those first, right?

Cue her utter mortification once she realizes this photo's been sent — or she'll probably just roll her eyes in exasperation because have we mentioned it's been an entire freaking day of this? ]

[ it's not that he's unaccustomed to being sent sexy selfies by attractive women-- he is a handsome billionaire bachelor-- but with such an unparalleled frequency and while marooned and captive in another universe adds an entirely new layer of strange to all of this. he's legit been here for like two days. it's not like he's unappreciative, but... ]

You're like the fourth person to send me something like this. Not that I'm not flattered, but is this the sort of thing that happens a lot around here?

[ by the time she turns her device back on and sees the latest slew of notifications she knows that some more shit of the misfire variety must have gone down. so anyone who’s within earshot at the moment is going to pick up on a not-too-quietly muttered son of a bitch before she sighs, heavily, and starts tapping out a reply. ]

Sorry, Wayne. Normally I don’t flash my ass like that until the third text exchange at least.

[ he raises an eyebrow. ]

I guess that means you're not the actual Aphrodite, then. Good to know. And it's Bruce. I figure I owe you at least a first name.

[as if her day can't get any more tiring, now she's got to deal with the multiverse. well, she can probably trust that bruce in another universe would be privy to some very sensitive information. so she goes for what should be an easy one for the real bruce wayne, considering recent events (well, recent for her):]

Who is Steve Trevor?

[at least in her own world, that information is exclusive to the league--and only because bruce himself dug it up.]

Former Navy Seal and liason to the Justice League on my world. I assume you're referring to your relationship with him though, since you mention him of all people.

[WELL THEN
while this isn’t exactly accurate, mentioning the league and a relationship is enough to tick a few boxes and raise a few flags, not to mention confuse and piss her off a little
Classic Bruce Wayne]

I think we need to meet.

[ bruces gon bruce. ]

I can't get to you without a contract. You can find me in 13-D in the Down for now.

Call it an inside joke. Most guys don't think they owe me anything for the privilege.

[ it's a pretty great ass, as far as she's concerned. ]

I'm Wynonna.

Any idea who could be behind these leaks? Somehow I don't think this is just a nice welcoming gift, and these incidents seem far from isolated.

Not that I'm ungrateful.

Not yet. I know a couple technically-inclined friends of mine are trying to lock it down, but no luck as far as I know.

Instead of a welcome wagon you could just consider it more of a welcome caboose.

Cute. [ he smirks. ] But more to the point, if I can get to a computer, I might be able to help with that.

This mark keeps me out of a lot of places. Any ideas?

Well, I might be able to help with that. As someone without one.

[ she hates that she even has to include that part, but it is what it is. ]

If I can get a line on a computer, where can I find you?

13-D. Just be careful, this place reminds me a lot of home. That's not necessarily a good thing.

I'll be there in an hour.

[ bruce is getting this photo]

i KNEW you were taking a picture you're a fibber who fibs!

That [ ... ] wasn't me. Someone's been hacking our devices.

[ okay this time! she knows what's happening. and not just because of the response, even if that spells it out, too ]

yeah i sent that to a friend few weeks ago obviously i didn't think you yeah cooooooooooool

I know. I'm sorry. I've had to apologize to a few people now this week for pictures that weren't meant for me.

don't apologize it's not like you hacked it or DID YOU techno-nerd it's okay if you did

Well, I didn't say I was very upset for getting it. But then I wouldn't hack your phone and then immediately out myself as the culprit, detective.

sounds like something a hacker would say

[ she's joking

she's mostly joking ]

I don't imagine there's an easy way for me to convince you otherwise?

i'm just having fun being contrary, so it would probably be very easy to convince me otherwise

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text; handle: Ντιάνα (forward-dated to the 22nd)

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text; un: aphrodite (she really needs to change this)

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un: gwenzelle ][ hacked; backdated to before camp!

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