TITLE: POI fic - Bonds
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: whomii2
SUMMARY: Batman crossover #2. Bruce visits NY
Bruce had needed to come to New York for some Wayne Corp business, and had been talked into extending his stay to catch up with Finch and Reese.
With the unexpected out-of-town assistance, they were able to quickly wrap up the latest number, leaving them all with a weekend free.
As their lives contained enough adventure already, a chance to kick back and relax like regular people seemed enticing.
In honor of the release of Skyfall, they decided on a Bond movie marathon. Reese commented to Finch that as with most things, real-life espionage wasn’t quite so glamorous and exciting as was seen in the movies. Finch remarked that he wasn’t so certain, having read John’s file.
Reese commented that he was glad when the series went back to being a bit more old school, and not becoming so camp and relying on such high-tech gizmos.
Finch snorted and at Reese’s inquiring gaze flicked a glance at their guest.
Right. Batman. Who had more gizmos than Bond could ever dream of. Good thing he hadn’t brought up the unreality of the villain Jaws. There were certainly stranger foes running around Gotham.
As they shuffled through the pile of DVDs trying to decide what order to view them in (chronological? Best to Worst or Worst to Best? Alphabetically?) they got into a rambling discussion of favorite Bond, Movie, Villain, Bond Girl, Theme Song, etc.
It was a bit surreal discussing the attributes of various Bond Girls with Harold, especially during the rather risqué opening sequence to the first entry in their Bond movie marathon. Reese found it difficult to say “Pussy Galore” in front of the other man, but was mildly amused at Finch’s primly stating “Xenia Onatopp.” He couldn’t contain his snickers when Bruce intoned “Octopussy” in his deep gravely Batman voice.
An evil glint in his eye, in a perfectly deadpan voice Finch then threw out “Alotta Fagina” and while Reese was still boggling over that Bruce countered with a growled out “Ivana Humpalot.” John lost it, and the two billionaires simply sipped their teas and regarded his hysterical laughing with affronted dignity (and just a hint of smug pride at getting to the ex-spy so easily). When he finally recovered his composure, John replied with “OK, wrong franchise, but I’ll go with 'Dixie Enormous'.”
(who would have thought either Harold or Bruce would be familiar with Austin Powers?)