[ A ● Action ● Morning ● 1650 Albright Lane]
[Bruce rolls over and opens his eyes. Normally it'd be a pleasant enough day, but . . . he knows it's Father's Day without even having to look at a calendar; so naturally his thoughts are drifting to his father
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But he's approaching Bruce. He's got more then on bouquet. Three in fact. All white lilies.]
Talk, dark and brooding as usual Bruce? [No point in being creepy and stalker-ish.]
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Clever. I've heard that one before. [Keep that up and you'll be as snarky as Alfred, Dick.]
How are you? And . . . why all the flowers?
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I bet Alfred said it huh? Always a step behind him. Darn. [He chuckles lightly.]
Getting used to the place. Figuring out how things work here. Well guess. Each bouquet is for a person. [Living or not.]
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Your parents, and . . . Alfred?
[Why did you tell him to guess, Dick? You'll both be here all night before he gets it right.]
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...You got one right. Good first try.
[Oh my god Batman. I thought you were the best detective ever. Use your analytic thinking skills you dork.]
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Tim? Damian? Barbara? She would really like that, you know.
[Totally clueless when it comes to matters of the heart. You should know this, Dick.]
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Bruce. Today is Father's Day. There, I made it a lot easier.
[God damn it Bruce.]
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And he is now outside of his comfort zone (whatever that might be), so he wraps himself in his cape and turns away.]
You really didn't have to.
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Yes I did. You're my father too. You can't replace him, but you're still my dad. [He also bought a bouquet for his own father and Bruce's father.]
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I . . .
[Bruce? This is a prime example of when to shut the fuck up.]
Thank you.
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[He smiles a little sadly.]
I apologize for not spending the day with you though.
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