Fandom Island and Town

"Tallest in the back, please. Just stand there for ten minutes and you'll get some porridge, you adorable little orphans," Bruce said. He even wiped a smudge off the face of one of the smaller orphans. These orphans were standing in a group three rows deep. And behind them, Bruce took a seat at his desk.

There were some people who claimed that Bruce Wayne hid his shady dealings behind his charitable works. He liked the sound of that, so he made a point to literally hide behind orphans whenever he got to work. He was just about to make a phone call to order another shipment of caffeine pills to flood Fandom with - the profit margins were higher with the pills than they were with real coffee, especially that fine Columbian bean - when he saw a chat window pop up.

service to UR supplier has been disconnected, brother. UR criminal empire is only valid while supplies last.

"Goddamn you, Batman," Bruce cursed under his breath. He had enough problems with the werewolves as it was. But now if his own twin brother was spoiling his caffeine imports? "Get out of here, you goddamned orphans! Go to the breakfast nook and get your porridge!" Bruce needed to think.

[OOC: Yep, open.]