The Beach, Saturday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

A body washed up onto the beach. As the waves slapped his face a little more, the body started to stir again.

Bruce didn't remember this - he didn't remember ANYTHING - but there had been an accident on his yacht. He hit his head and fell overboard. He checked his pockets and did find his drivers license, so he figured his name out quickly. But those pockets brought up other questions. Like 'Why did he have multiple wedding rings in his pocket?' Or 'Why was there a new wedding ring on his hand, with a date of last Saturday engraved on the inside along with 'The one I've been searching for. And this time, I mean it.'

Bruce had mysteries to investigate. Who was Bruce Wayne? Who was this wife? What was the deal with the other rings? How would anyone explain his dry clothes in a future scene when he didn't know where he lived or where his clean clothes were? He needed to find out the answers to all of these, so he started wandering back towards civilization.

[OOC: Bruce continued his serial marrying from last year, but he doesn't remember any of this now. If you would like to claim one of those wedding rings, just go for it!]

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[wrongkindofsith]

By some not at all contrived coincidence, Cara emerged from the freezing bracing water after finishing her morning swim a short ways up the beach and caught sight of Bruce.

"Are you okay?" Normally she wouldn't care for some random stranger on a beach but she recognised the cut of those clothes as quality, and well, it had been a while between jobs and her wallet was starting to look a bit thin.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I... I don't know," Bruce said far too melodramatically. "Can you help me? I don't seem to know where I am." OR ANYTHING ELSE.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Of course I can," she said, reaching over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Cara liked her men like she liked her coffee, rich and confused with nothing left over when she done with them.

"You're in Fandom, don't you remember?" she asked, despite having no logical reason to guess at his amnesia.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, I can't. I can't remember... anything," Bruce said, taking a moment to scope out if there was a ring on her hand. Maybe a ring that matched one of the rings he had.

[wrongkindofsith]

By another of those strange and not at all contrived coincidences, Cara was actually wearing a plain gold wedding band on a chain around her neck, and she was wet, half-naked, and now wearing a bikini instead of a one-piece because someone in the costume department screwed up a good improviser to boot.

"You can't even remember me?" she asked, turning her head dramatically to one side. Maybe she'd be able to get enough out of this clown to make travelling to this podunk one diamond mine town worthwhile.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't remember anything," Bruce said. It was then that he noticed the wedding band on the chain. "Should I?"

[OOC: Helps if I hit post.]

[wrongkindofsith]

The wedding band had its own significant backstory, but for now it would serve another purpose. "I'm Cara," she said, putting her best distressed expression on her face. "Your wife."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Hold on a second," Bruce said, turning around to pull the collection of rings out of his pocket and give them a quick look. He didn't need to check the one on his hand. He had already memorized that one.

"If you're my wife," Bruce said as he slipped the other rings back in his pocket, "Then why does that band look nothing like mine?" Any of his. Not that he was mentioning that part right now. But he did hold his hand out to compare.

[wrongkindofsith]

Because reasons, deep dramatic reasons that would only be revealed during sweeps. "It was your mother's," Cara lied. "And that was just so romantic it didn't matter that it didn't match the one I'd already picked out for you. You agreed that our love was bigger than themed jewellery."

[solarhippie]

Karolina von Dean (that was the name she was currently using, anyway) was not entirely sure whether she'd been married to Bruce or not.

No, she didn't have amnesia. It was just that she'd been in the game of marrying and almost-marrying people for money and other nefarious reasons left and right for quite some time now, and it was hard to keep track of that after a while. Some plans didn't require her to actually get married, see.

She put on an unconvincing concerned face when she spotted him, anyway. "Bruce?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Apparently Bruce washed up on the beach of attractive blondes. "Yes? Can I help you?" he asked with no hint of recognition.

[solarhippie]

That suited Karolina just fine. It meant that at least he wasn't a conned husband who was filled with rage at her.

It meant she could try and act sweet. Hey, she could still get something out of him. "Brucie ––" Yes, really. "–– don't you recognize me?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. I don't. I don't remember anything," Bruce said. "I can't even remember the word for when you can't remember anything."

"It's frustrating."

[solarhippie]

"No, I think it's amnesia." Badum TSSH. "You remember... nothing?"

Not even being screwed over by her? Excellent.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Bruce said. "Do we know each other?"

[solarhippie]

"But Brucie," Karolina cooed, with big eyes, which was probably meant to make her look sweet but really, she had a permanently evil and vampy face. "I'm the love of your life!"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I've heard that one before," Bruce said. "Do you have any proof? A wedding ring, or a marriage license by any chance?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You said you were dead!"

Rilla had gotten a note that said so. Rilla wasn't the smartest girl in history, no.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. I have amnesia," Bruce said. "Who are you?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"YOUR WIDOW," Rilla cried.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Right. I'm sorry, I was... kidnapped?" Bruce tried. "And given amnesia. I didn't even know that you were mourning me."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Well I was," she said as tears pooled dramatically in her eyes. "Amnesia? You...you don't remember me?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry. It's a very effective amnesia," Bruce said. "How long have I been away?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Nine months and six days," Rilla said.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce moved his hand behind his back and slipped his wedding ring off, dropping it into a pocket. She was not the current wife. Oops.

"The longest nine months and six days of my life, my beloved," Bruce said, stepping toward Rilla. But I'm back. And you'll never lose me again."