Dick/Bruce, book launch
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ravurian
This was a very bad idea. He knew it, could feel it throughout his entire body. He could even list fourteen things within the immediate vicinity which contributed to his certainty that something was going to go wrong.
In about seventeen minutes. The man in the red jacket and glasses, and the two woman behind the self-help bookcase. They were armed with some sort of chemical darts.
"If you don't relax, I'm going to tell Alfred."
Bruce looked over at Dick, and scowled briefly. Just a hint of a true scowl, before forcing his expression back into the light, clueless look expected of Bruce Wayne, playboy.
Dick grinned. "That's better. Now - do you want to just trip up the security guard and knock him into the guy in the jacket? Or can I go hit the fire alarm?"
"We should--"
"Not do anything which interferes with dinner. I told Alfred." Dick glared.
"There's going to be trouble. We can't simply ignore it," Bruce told him, knowing that Dick didn't need to be reminded of where their true duty lay.
"Gosh. Trouble? Davis "The Mack" Mackelbury publishes a book detailing everyone he ever screwed over, and the day it's available exclusively at Gotham Books complete with the author signing copies and *you* think there's going to be trouble?" Dick looked at him with an expression that would have made anyone else think Dick was serious.
Bruce glared at him again, and shifted his copy of "The Things I Done" from one hand to the other, so he could hurl it more easily at the blonde woman.
"We can do anything you like, Bruce," Dick continued. "As long as we're back for dinner. In half an hour." His eyes narrowed, and Bruce knew exactly what Dick wasn't saying.
If they missed dinner, Dick was going to go back to Bludhaven. Early.
And Bruce would have to just suck it up and take another cold shower.
"Your plan will be fine," he agreed.
ravurianThis was a very bad idea. He knew it, could feel it throughout his entire body. He could even list fourteen things within the immediate vicinity which contributed to his certainty that something was going to go wrong.
In about seventeen minutes. The man in the red jacket and glasses, and the two woman behind the self-help bookcase. They were armed with some sort of chemical darts.
"If you don't relax, I'm going to tell Alfred."
Bruce looked over at Dick, and scowled briefly. Just a hint of a true scowl, before forcing his expression back into the light, clueless look expected of Bruce Wayne, playboy.
Dick grinned. "That's better. Now - do you want to just trip up the security guard and knock him into the guy in the jacket? Or can I go hit the fire alarm?"
"We should--"
"Not do anything which interferes with dinner. I told Alfred." Dick glared.
"There's going to be trouble. We can't simply ignore it," Bruce told him, knowing that Dick didn't need to be reminded of where their true duty lay.
"Gosh. Trouble? Davis "The Mack" Mackelbury publishes a book detailing everyone he ever screwed over, and the day it's available exclusively at Gotham Books complete with the author signing copies and *you* think there's going to be trouble?" Dick looked at him with an expression that would have made anyone else think Dick was serious.
Bruce glared at him again, and shifted his copy of "The Things I Done" from one hand to the other, so he could hurl it more easily at the blonde woman.
"We can do anything you like, Bruce," Dick continued. "As long as we're back for dinner. In half an hour." His eyes narrowed, and Bruce knew exactly what Dick wasn't saying.
If they missed dinner, Dick was going to go back to Bludhaven. Early.
And Bruce would have to just suck it up and take another cold shower.
"Your plan will be fine," he agreed.