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"Yes, sir." You reply quietly, still replaying those snapshots from someone else in your mind.
He takes a step up himself and gives the room his own sweep.
"Pretty pristine for a room nobody uses, Pennyworth."
"I never said the room was unused. I said it was not to be entered without Master Wayne's permission." He replies steadily.
Hawthorne grumbles and takes a step back, waving his hand for Pennyworth to close the door once again.
"What's the upstairs looking like?"
"Bedrooms, Guest rooms, and staff quarters. As well as a private study and library."
"Bruce Wayne likes to read?" Hawthorne scoffs.
"One must have some way to occupy the time between Paris and New York." Pennyworth replies flatly.
"I bet." Hawthorne replies in matched tone. "Please, show us to the stairs. We gotta check the windows, any balconies, and if you got a cellar or attic we need to see that too. But first we'll clear these real quick and meet you back by the front."
"Of course." Pennyworth replies with a shallow bow before turning on his heel and striding to the end of the hall and then turning to stare straight down it at the two of you.
"He doesn't trust us." Hawthorne says quietly to you with a chuckle. "C'mon."
He opens the door to a fully kitted commercial kitchen. A stainless steel wash basin adorned with freshly cleaned glasses and bowls that are flanked by polished silverware. Hawthorne closes the door behind you both with a quiet click before scanning the room and then speaking low.
"So what'd you pick up on Spirit FM?"
"I don't talk to ghosts." You clarify.
"What'd you hear back from 'the city' then, slick?"
"Room was safe, real safe apparently. But say some weird stuff, a clock, the window, and pearls?"
Hawthorne frowns.
"The mugging that killed his folks. Report said it was over a pearl necklace. His father went for the gun..." He throws up a hand. "Wasn't the first or last time it went down like that."
