I know it's been forever, but here's another one in case anyone still wants to read these one-off scenes. The Dark Knight back-up batcave makes its debut in this one.
"Who turned out the lights?" Bruce muttered as the platform descended deeper into the bunker. The computer terminal at the other end of the hall was illuminated by the screens, the fluorescent lights immediately above were glowing, but most of the others were black. The entire back half was dark. It was Chloe's reasoning that since they used up so much energy, they should minimize it as much as they can, despite doing it for the good of the people. While a part of him found it ridiculous, he didn't mind, and at times was willing to admit she had a point. He was pulling on his shirt, his bare feet tapping against the cold floor, and he immediately noted the wool socks Chloe was sporting – a common sight inside the high tech hall. She had only complained once and that had been the first time she had stepped foot into the large room, but had quickly come up with a solution. Why she didn't wear shoes, he had never asked. More comfortable, he supposed.
"You're still here," Bruce stated as he walked towards the computer center.
Chloe glanced spun on her swivel chair to briefly face him. "Who did you think was guiding you through the maze of shipping containers?"
"That was over an hour ago."
Chloe had already returned her gaze to screens and resumed typing. "I'm preparing a mission for Oliver," she said as Bruce appeared in her peripheral vision. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow which didn't go unnoticed. "It's for the day after tomorrow. But tomorrow's kinda full already, so I figured I'd better get it done now."
Bruce sat down on the vacant chair next to her. Different types of data were spread across the multiple screens, the one closest to Chloe under her scrutinizing eye. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and leant back a little more. One of the light panels was flickering ever so lightly.
"You too, huh?" Chloe asked.
"Tired," she clarified. "You should go eat something and get some shuteye. Alfred made his fantastic pies, and there are some pasties leftover from yesterday." She grabbed for one she had stashed earlier, lying on a napkin, just within arms reach, and took a bite. "S'really good."
Bruce dragged her chair closer with his foot until it collided with his, snatched the pasty and took a bite.
"Hey!" Chloe protested, and snagged it back. Or what was left of it. "How rude," she said, but didn't manage to sound as offended as she had intended. It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so adorable with his damp hair pointing in a few dozen different directions. Bruce Wayne might have been Batman, or Batman Bruce Wayne, but sometimes he looked nothing like either of them. She threw a half-convincing glare his way and tried to glide back to her currently most important screen, but Bruce's foot was prohibiting it.
Bruce looked at the clock on one of the screens. "It's 2:09 in the morning," he said nonchalantly.
"Time for bed, don't you think?"
"I'm gonna finish this and write back to Lois ‒ I've been meaning to answer her email all day," she replied and moved to her laptop.
"Yeah, that can wait," Bruce said as he closed the lid of her laptop with one swift movement of his hand. "Sleep isn't as overrated as you think."
Chloe didn't know whether to be mad or laugh, she really was tired, but she wasn't going to admit it. "Yeah, yeah."
Knowing she would not be leaving anywhere yet, Bruce ended up by the adjacent console. He busied himself with the never-ending string of files that needed to be read through. He was tired and he wondered how much of the information that he had scrolled through he could retain until dawn.
When the glorious words of "I'm done" reached Bruce, he was more than ready to head out. They waited for the platform to ascend as the last of the lights went dark. Chloe didn't bother stifling a yawn, and her eyes squeezed shut. Five seconds later, the same happened to Bruce. They walked in silence to the elevating level that would take them up.
"So, any chance of getting a plant of some sort to liven up this place?" she asked abruptly.
Bruce squinted at her, half amused, half intrigued. "Slim at best."
Chloe let out a disapproving puff of air. "Even if I were to acquire one myself?" she added. " Think of it as a privately funded investment."
Bruce scratched the side of his ear, looking down at the floor down below, and sighed tiredly. "Only if it is very small, and with your power saving endeavors I'd advice you to get a hardy one. Maybe a cactus."
"Consider it done," Chloe said with a grin, and Bruce could see her start thinking of possible plant candidates.
"Opportunities for photosynthesis will of course be scarce."
"It'll be fine," Chloe assured, "and it'll add color."
Bruce still didn't look convinced. "I would have thought you would have been happy as long as there was enough hardware to power your technological escapades."
"Escapades, really?" she said, giving him a pointed, if amused, look. "And you of all people should know there is always room for improvement."
A tiny smile played in the corner of Bruce's mouth, but he didn't say anything. The moment of silence passed quickly. As they reached the upper level of the bunker, Chloe displayed an impressive spring in her step as they resumed their unhurried pace.
"That was easier than I thought," she said, smiling despite the sleepiness.
"Alfred said I should be more lenient, so I'm giving it a go."
There was a burst of laughter as they rounded a corner.
"I bet he did."