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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: The Sewer.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] - [@Morose] & [color=A9CCE3]Bruce Wayne[/color].
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	Once the girls slipped into the sewer drain, Nyt gave a short whistle when she realized it was a lot darker than she had anticipated.  With the echoes being thrown around, she could see in her head how many different paths they could take.  She reached out to grasp Edwina’s shoulder and as she began to lead, Edwina suggested they call the city’s hero.  She cringed slightly, hoping they had seen the last of him when he caught them with the Joker.  She knew she would be beet-red in the face if they ever met again, but now they were [i]really[/i] in need: much more than when they had asked the Joker to help them, apparently.
	Sighing, she agreed with a short “Okay”, before she stopped in their tracks so she could focus on throwing her voice to him.  It would be difficult, but being underground helped a lot more than being up in the city, where her voice could easily be drowned out.  “[color=FE2160]Help us, Bruce,[/color]” she said repeatedly, feeling the soundwaves grow stronger and stronger until they traveled on their own accord.  She continued repeating the phrase and the sound of her voice drifted away while her lips still moved.  It took a full five minutes, as she concentrated on where he could be.  She figured after he threw the Joker in jail, (if he caught him in time), he would head home and spend a quiet evening with his butler.  At least, that’s what she would have done if she was a millionaire, she imagined.
	Elsewhere, the alien wasn’t wrong: Bruce, indeed, did head home and let Alfred help him out of his costume while putting on his comfortable evening wear.  He flipped through his phone for any messages that needed his attention or news that could affect the city of Gotham, but instead, he felt a nagging sensation that he forgot something.  Settling down into his leather couch, ready to turn on the TV, his ears caught the faint sound of a female voice.  It was vaguely familiar and oddly inviting, but the stronger the soundwaves got, the more frightened he became.  [i]Ghosts?[/i], he instinctively thought.
	“[color=FE2160]Help us, Bruce.[/color]”
	[i]Where have I heard that voice?[/i], he wondered as he was frozen with fear, clutching the arm of the couch.  He was equipped to deal with almost any sort of monster, but ghosts were especially difficult when you couldn’t beat the crap out of them.
	“[color=FE2160]Help us, Bruce![/color]”
	The tone of the voice was much too worried for it to be a supernatural being and suddenly, it clicked in his head.  Before he apprehended the Joker, he remembered the three females accompanying him.  There was one female, in particular, who seemed unearthly and he only got a brief look at her before Barbara closed the steel vault door on her accomplice.  “[color=FE2160]You just had to jinx us, didn’t you?[/color]” he remembered her saying.  The last thing he heard her say before he slipped into the night was, “[color=FE2160]We… gotta go.[/color]”  Shaking his head, he quickly stood up and called out to Alfred.  The butler appeared to step out of the shadows, ready for his new task.
	“[color=A9CCE3]Looks like I’ll have to suit up again,[/color]” he said begrudgingly.  He could still hear Nyt’s voice in his head, pleading for help and it began to haunt him.  “[color=A9CCE3]How can I search for the owner of a disembodied voice?[/color]” he wondered out loud, scratching the scruff under his neck.  Alfred didn’t seem fazed as Bruce got lost in thought and simply coughed to get his attention.
	“Might I suggest you follow the voice, Sir?” Alfred offered.  Bruce stopped scratching under his chin and sighed; this man definitely deserved more than Bruce could offer with money.  The man deserved a happy life and yet, he wanted to serve as a butler.
	“[color=A9CCE3]Thank you.  Let’s go,[/color]” Bruce said decidedly and quickly, the two got him back into his costume.
	Presently, Nyt felt her soundwaves hit her intended target and she worked to bring back the conversation that Alfred and Bruce had by stealing the waves from their voices.  “[color=FE2160]He’s coming![/color]” she said excitedly as she clapped her hands.  “[color=FE2160]He’ll follow my voice.  Let’s keep going and move to somewhere less stinky,[/color]” she said with a grin.