I know we joke Lawrence Stroll is basically a bond villain, but my god, I have to take off my hat to him. Man joined this sport purely to support his son's career and dreams, and has seemingly just managed (not officially confirmed as yet) to nab the key to achieving those dreams in certified freaking car genius Adrian Newey, the man behind car designs that won 6 constructors' championships, 7 drivers championships, and earned 120 podiums to date for red bull alone. He's won 12 constructors' championships in total with 3 different Formula One teams (red bull, williams & mclaren). And now, he's apparently chasing Max too. I have to admire this man's sheer commitment, I now need him to win (sign newey & Max when the time comes) so badly now to see him rub the entire paddocks nose in it lmao.
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the batman grave #2
[ID: Alfred Pennyworth sitting at the center island in a large, impressive kitchen. He has his head in his hand and his eyes closed as he reminds himself, “You are not dying. It is just a hangover. Unless you're dying of a hangover.” Bruce strolls in wearing a black tanktop and dark grey sweatpants after an eventful night patrolling. He announces, “morning,” to his butler, who surely wishes it wasn't. Alfred asks, “Master Bruce. Coffee?” and points meekly at the coffee pitcher and empty cups when Bruce agrees. He continues, “Give me a moment, please. My head hurts.” Bruce leans against the counter and replies, “Mine too.” Alfred complains, “The rest of my body isn't doing much better,” to which Bruce responds, “yeah, same.” They pause and look at each other before sharing a small rueful smile.
Alfred sarcastically jokes, “I've had the most splendid idea. Tonight, you stay at home and drink an entire bottle of seventy-percent proof whisky, and I'll put on the suit and slap around some underprivileged burglars.” Bruce gingerly puts his hand on Alfred's shoulder to stop him from getting up as he pours them both a cup of coffee. Alfred fusses, “Sit down. I'll take a look at today's collection of wounds.” Bruce quips, “Not with those shaky fingers you won't,” before he continues and casually informs Alfred that two cops almost shot him and he's hoping for a calmer night. Alfred looks at him with vexation as his migraine only gets worse at the new information and at Bruce properly jinxing himself for yet another busy patrol. END ID]
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