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BRUCE WILL BE MOVED BACK TO MY MULTI, @eueclid. all drafts will be moved over there ❤️

would u guys be mad at me if i moved brucie back to my multi

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would u guys be mad at me if i moved brucie back to my multi

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queue runs out here today but that's okay broose isn't as high activity as my multi

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A drink would be nice. Thank God. If she'd said no, it would have made the rest of this mission quite awkward. Bruce runs his hand before he turns to look at Bianca, moving to button up his jacket as he takes her in — and she's beautiful. His face remains neutral, however, as he moves to put on his watch. He's quite skilled at hiding his feelings, though he doesn't know if that's a benefit or a detriment in the moment.

“ Yeah. ” He says rather softly, the very blossoms of a smile starting to form at his approval. They can get to know each other as Bruce and Bianca, not Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. “ And since we'll be getting a drink, I have a confession to make. I actually detest white wine. That's a persona thing. ” He sighs, shaking his head. “ I'm a negroni person. ”

THE BATHROOM DOOR IS OPEN, AND SHE'S FINISHING UP GETTING READY IN THE DOORWAY, looking herself in the mirror above the sink as he'd taken up the one in the bedroom. she puts in the long dangling earrings, finishing touches, before combing a hand through her hair. TIGHT-HUGGING RED DRESS WITH MATCHING LOUBOUTIN'S AND RUBY EARRINGS. when else would be appropriate? he asked, and she stifled a sigh.

BUT AS US, NOT THESE PERSONAS. one of bianca's hands rests atop the bathroom counter, and she was quiet for a moment, weighing her words. “  i thought you didn't like to mix business with pleasure?  ” though the expression on her face hadn't changed, not a tug of a smile or a quirk of her brow, not a single flinch - the blonde just reached for the small clutch laying on the counter. “  ... a drink would be nice.  ”

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Bruce takes anther sip from his mug, contemplating his next answer for her as her words swirl through his mind. The work he truly valued was in the city, creeping through the shadows and stopping those who would cause harm. His work as Bruce Wayne happened there too — but he didn’t particularly care for his very public escapades with a new woman on his arm every week. These were the kind of things he wished he could do, getting in the midst of the people he was helping without having to wear a disguise. This was a start, he thought. As his car left Gotham, Alfred had some news report playing in the background about him meeting with the CIA to do a sale. The more often he did this, the less suspicious it would be.

“ During the day, yes. My headquarters are located inside of Gotham proper, but my nights are usually spent in my childhood home. ” Gotham Manor, usually overrun with lavish parties and enough people to hide the fact that Bruce and his son aren’t there. “ I’m not sure if you knew, I’ve had a young man entrusted to my care. I’ve been trying to make sure he has a good life despite the fact his parents are dead. ” They were sadly similar in that way — but Bruce was determined to never make him feel like he did as a kid. “ Sorry, that got kinda dark. ” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “ You said you’ve been to Gotham? Did you enjoy yourself? ”

another flattering comment hits her ears, and emily can't help the faint blush that hits her cheeks in retaliation. she'd like to say she's stronger than a mere compliment and resistant to a handsome man's charms, but it's hard to fight against a remark that sounds so honest. it doesn't seem fake; it feels real, like mr. wayne really thinks that of her. you lead the best, therefore you are the best. emily's never thought of it like that.

"thank you, mr. wayne." she sits in a high-backed chair close to his, careful to smooth out her trousers before dropping into the leather seat. "that's why we're reaching out to you. the CIA rarely does business with contractors, and when they do, it's done with the utmost care. we can't have faulty devices out there in the field, and we can't risk the public getting their hands on our partnership, either. if we agree to work with you, this will have to be completely off the record." she speaks in hypotheticals, naturally, but emily has a feeling they'll be working with @waynepire no matter what. his company does top of the line work — she's been to gotham, seen his buildings, seen what the company can do. she has faith in it for now. "a grappling hook would be helpful. right now my agent in particular free-climbs buildings by hand. he'd do well with a hook to help him up." she smiles. they're still alone in the board room, but his assistants, like he said, are bound to enter soon — and so will her fellow agents and other important members of staff. "i was in gotham recently," she goes on, switching subjects while they wait, "and your buildings were very impressive, mr. wayne. do you primarily work in the city? is that where we'll most likely find you on a random day?"

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'i need access.'

“ Access to what, exactly? ” Bruce knew he’d end up granting it, whatever it was — it was likely some database, or some room, or maybe a vehicle. His hands rest on his hips in fists as he looks at Tim, and an amused grin starts to settle on his lips. “ How many guesses do I get? It’s something Batcave related, isn’t it? You want access to the armory or the batmobile. ”

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" have you come to make me a martyr ? " / sandie

“ Martyr? That’s not my style. ” His voice rumbles from beneath the cowl, watching with curiosity as he takes in the scene before him. He didn’t know if she had some sort of alias — hell, he didn’t even know her name. He respected that someone was out there looking out for the women in Gotham, he might have even praised her for it if she didn’t cross over into the brutal methods she used to subdue the men who hurt them, and permanently. So he watches with a straight face, keeping his expression neutral as he decides how to go about the situation going forward. “ What’s your name? And what was his — ” Bruce motions to the slumped over man on the ground. His cowl says he’s still alive, but unconscious. “ — crime against you? Or was it against that scared woman I saw run past me? ” She was definitely the target of whatever attack this man had thought up. He just needed to hear what happened before he decided what to do next.

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good afternoon

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" hold my hand. but don't crush it. " ~ daphne

“ Sorry. Don’t know my own strength sometimes. ” He lets up on his grip on her hand, his true nature slipping out as he turns pink from embarrassment. He really liked Daphne — and having one girl on his arm wasn’t particularly a very Bruce Wayne thing to do, but frankly he liked her so much he didn’t care about his perfectly crafted image.

They were attending a charity dinner, their first one together publicly. The cameras would be on them, and maybe he wanted to make sure she’d be okay. Which she’d promptly scold him for. She could hold her own, and he knew it. “ Alright, are you ready? It’s gonna go great. ”

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‘ i don't think this is the appropriate moment. ‘

A lot has changed in the past few days, Bruce finds himself wanting to spend time with Bianca, finds himself actually wanting to engage in the behaviors they've been engaging in for show. They kiss, and his heart flutters. They hold hands, and his cheeks turn red as if he were a teenager again. We're newlyweds, he usually explains, but he could only say it so many times before he needed to acknowledge what was going on — and nip it in the bud if need be.

They were getting dressed for dinner, and he ties his tie rather quickly — he stands in the mirror, watching as the knot forms as his hands move. “ Hey, got a question. ” He calls out, turning his head towards her. She's putting her earrings in, or something. I don't think this is the appropriate moment?

“ When else would be appropriate? ” He should back down. This relationship is for show. But if that's the case, why does he feel like this? All gooey and mushy. Blech. Still, against his better judgement, he proceeds. “ What do you say after all this we go get a drink? Could use it. ” He pauses, moving from the mirror to look at her. “ But as us. Not these personas. ”

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oh, by all means, let's talk it over. - Jules lol

“ What is there to talk about, Juliette? It won't be productive, all it will do is make you upset. ” In some ways, Bruce relates to her — maybe this is what he'd be like, had he not been orphaned at such a young age. Sneaking around, hiding bruises from his parents and rebelling to distract from all that he'd been doing when he was sixteen. Then again, if his parents were alive when he was a teenager, he wouldn't be training in Tibet or Switzerland, would he?

Bruce sighs, rubbing the skin between his eyebrows. He can't put this off forever. It will just make things worse. “ Look, I know I can't stop you. Just don't be so reckless. It's one thing to get your run of the mill injuries, but this last time? They almost figured out who you were. You don't want that. ” She'd detest him for this, and he knew it. But he wanted to protect her from it — spare her the same fate as Jason. “ Just be more careful, okay? I'll try to let up. I promise. ”

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“ They’re off to the right. It’s obvious. ” He felt silly, holding this stranger’s hand and being so open about who he was rather than hiding behind the cowl — but maybe this was a good thing. If Bruce Wayne was seen doing stuff like this, maybe it would help the city as a whole. Their target was a man about the same age as the both of them, maybe a little older, wearing a suit that would appear sharp to anyone who didn’t grow up like Bruce did. It wasn’t nearly as sharp as his.

He continues to look around, gripping Bianca’s hand before he leans in to talk to @belayadeath again. People are looking. Good. “ Let’s go over there first. It’s open, and people will want to talk to me. It should catch his attention fast. ”

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gm

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WOO DO-HWAN in Bloodhounds – Episode 8

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i think broose should kiss ur muses

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you better sit down before you keel over.

“ I think I'll be fine, Babs. I'm not made of glass. ” Bruce was fairly certain that he knew what she would be telling him — it was all over the papers. The very day he leaves the city, and Killer Croc goes on a mad rampage. He trusted the kids ( though, they weren't much kids anymore ) to take care of it, and they didn't let him down, like he expected, but it took everything in him not to run back to Gotham and fix it. That would have been too suspicious. It was easier to let Nightwing or Robin take care of things.

“ If it's about Killer Croc, I already know. Don't worry. ” As for the damage he caused, Bruce would just pour more money into it. Maybe build a new shelter or park to really pull away from the fact that Batman was nowhere to be seen. “ Unless . . . Christ, what happened that no one cared to tell me about? ” A pause as he clenches his fists. “ Is it Jason . . . ? ”

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She's chatty. Not that it's a bad thing — but Bruce isn't very chatty. He's mysterious and cool, which he thinks would make people laugh if they saw him behind the doors of Wayne Manor. As she speaks, he watches her and the keurig behind her, eyes flicking back and forth to the woman then the cup, the woman then the cup. CIA can't afford something better . . . ? Perhaps he should offer a coffee maker to them, on the house. As a bonus for their very generous purchase. Yeah, he'd do that. Include it after it's all done so he can't see her cringe again.

“ You lead the best, therefore you are the best. It seems they chose the right person to make this meeting with. ” He nods, taking the cup from her, fingers brushing against hers ( not quite on purpose, though if she thinks so, he probably wouldn't deny it ) before he takes a sip of the very hot liquid. “ I can ensure you, my products are top of the line. Better than anything else you'll find. ” He moves to sit, setting the mug on the table before he does. “ My assistant will be here soon. He's brought a variety of samples for you to look at. Scopes, earpieces, some basic things of that sort — but also more complex tools. My personal favorite is one that takes away training for lockpicking. ” Bruce grins, hand wrapping around the warm mug. “ I believe there's another that's somewhat new — and my personal favorite. A grappling hook with assisted aim. ”

as he speaks, emily slips over to the room's bright blue keurig and begins making him a cup. she keeps her body facing his, figuring that will ensure she looks open and comfortable with this dialogue (even though it remains quite a shock to her). her hands fly over the buttons and over to a ceramic mug set nearby, aimlessly prepping his coffee as her eyes train solidly on @waynepire. "three hours isn't too bad of a drive. it's just on the cusp of being bad. three hours or less is like... my limit in cars, or else i'll start getting sick." this is her attempt at idle chat... and it's lousy. she's failing. she's making herself look less like a professional and more like an airhead in front of tech billionaire bruce wayne. fantastic. a little flustered, she finally turns away from him and faces the keurig, wincing as it groans loudly and starts pouring out a sizeable cup.

fortunately, bruce seems to divert the conversation into a positive place. he references her work, and then suggests the agents must all like her. that's nice of him to say. "in my line of work, the quality of the tech is crucial. since i'm not on the ground anymore, i have to rely on the best of the best to handle my work for me; i monitor them, talk them through their tasks, and, most importantly, get them out safely." the coffee is done. emily picks up the handle and cradles the bottom of the cup as she approaches bruce and slips it into his hands. "our agents need the type of tech that keeps them alive in the worst situations. reliable stuff. can we count on your company for that, mr. wayne?"