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synthneon2020-07-07 03:33 pm
menarebrave) wrote in synthneon2020-07-07 03:33 pm
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Bat-Family | β i'm gonna make a change, for once my life. β
[ Bruce honestly isn't sure why he's even joining in all this. It isn't that he doesn't want to spend time with them. It isn't the fact that he dislikes them. It's... so normal. And normal is something that always seems to elude Bruce Wayne. He pushed Dick away, he failed to save Jason, and Alfred is constantly disappointed in him. That was even before the situation with Superman and Lex Luthor...
What the hell are you doing, Bruce?
He sighs and gets out of the car. A click and covering the car later, he is walking up to his own front door. Maybe he should start rebuilding Wayne Manor if they're always going to be over?
Bruce also figures he'll be the one that ends up cooking for everyone. Which is why he's brought things that he needs to cook. Sides, since everyone has already decided on the steak. He hangs up the coat and walks straight to the kitchen.
Hopefully he's beat them all there. ]
{ Bat-Family Dinner Time! Tag one another }
What the hell are you doing, Bruce?
He sighs and gets out of the car. A click and covering the car later, he is walking up to his own front door. Maybe he should start rebuilding Wayne Manor if they're always going to be over?
Bruce also figures he'll be the one that ends up cooking for everyone. Which is why he's brought things that he needs to cook. Sides, since everyone has already decided on the steak. He hangs up the coat and walks straight to the kitchen.
Hopefully he's beat them all there. ]
Bruce catch-all
//earlier//
itβs the car thatβs taken dick through the last three years, through leaving robin behind, starting titans up again, meeting jason, becoming nightwing, losing donna, losing jason. losingβhimself, maybe.
itβs late morning when he pulls up to the driveway of the lakehouse. texting bruce hasnβt been easy, but after losing so much, he simply canβt bear to lose bruce. itβs probably saying something that heβs been closer in touch with wanda and jon than the bat himself. it never cases to amaze him how easy it is to shove aside deep years of history as he turned to the news and his adopted siblings for updates on bruce.
only two bagsβone a duffle of clothing, the other his nightwing suit. besides those, he carries a wealth of baggage thatβs impossible to sort through. perhaps bruce hadnβt wanted him there when things went down with superman, but dick could tell that underneath it all, underneath the exhaustion, the cold, the hard shell, bruce is trying. and so, heβll try too.
he rings the intercom. ]
Itβs me.
time for oh so much heart break
the security is more around the batcave underneath them than it is the lake house.
bruce exhales deeply before opening the door. he meets dick's gaze head on. shit... he's grown. ]
...Dick.
</3 BRING IT
Hey.
WEEPS BITTERLY
So, how goes everything at the Tower?
/wipes your tears & retcons the porsche to minivan ;;
are they talking business already? ]
Fine. You know how it is. [ he assumes bruce knows, assumes bruce keeps tabs on him. he shoves his hands into his pockets, standing there awkwardly. it's been five years. ] Sorry about the--car. [ a tilt of his head out to where he's parked the minivan. ] I'll find something similar.
WEEPS MORE :< that was a GIFT, DICK.
he sets the laptop to sleep mode and closes it shut. ]
You could of gotten a better mini-van with the car. [ he raises his eyebrows, trying to interject some humor into the situation. a bit more like he used to be when dick was younger. ] Cars like that have a serial number, Dick. You can find out where they've gone, who they were sold to.
[ a pause. ] And pin the man who was trying to sell it at a car show as a personal design for him...and buy it back for about the same price it was sold.
[ he shrugs and he'll let dick think that for a moment. ]
I know who the people in the Titans are, not necessarily how they are day-to-day. I'm not that much of a mother hen. [ he slides his hands into his pockets and looks around the lake house. this is... awkward. and, he has things he needs to talk to dick about. things that need to be told before they enjoy the family time, because, it involves dick's new family.
new family. ]
The kitchen is open for whatever you guys need it for tonight. Alfred has the night off.
soRRY BRUCE
and then thinks about whether thereβs a possibility he might be able to have the car again. just like the first time? but itβs too early to ask. heβs not gonna ask for something within the first ten minutes of seeing bruce again.
instead, he lets bruce redirect the conversation. he just nods. ]
Okay, well. Youβre invited. You know that, right? [ he trails a few steps behind bruce as they make their way further into the house. the bags get left at the door for now. ] You busy tonight? [ it takes him right back to those nights when he was younger and asking for bruceβs time, like the way bruce tries to lighten up the mood with a bit of his particular brand of humour. ]
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wanda ( catch-all )
[ come get down in the kitchen with chef wanda ]
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( opening the bag, wanda scrutinizes the potatoes before giving them a nod of approval before taking them over to the sink to be washed. )
I was expecting them to be green. ( she teases. ) Roasted potatoes or mashed?
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They didn't have any green ones. Need help?
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Think you can cut them in half and in half again?
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Yeah. [ cutting things. in half then half again. ] You know my knife skills.
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( so far she has the steak cooking on the grill to everyone's specifications. the potatoes are also cooking in the oven (yum roasted potatoes) and she is now working on the salad. she eyes the coffee in his hand. )
Have enough to share?
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[ he nods over to the coffee pot. be his guest, wanda. ]
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sauntering over to the pot, she fishes out a mug to make herself some coffee. she doesn't mind it black as she sips on it. )
The Food Network mentions having a glass whenever you cook, so I'm giving it a try. ( she motions over towards an unopened bottle of wine and a glass next to it. ) But I like coffee better.
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he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. ]
Hm. The Food Network. [ so, people really do watch that. ]
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Dick Grayson
[ maybe giving alfie the night off had been a mistake. simply buying the groceries has been a journey of too many texts sent out to justify the variety of food he brings back. he only has steak, lettuce, potatoes, and three six-packs. itβs a lot to carry by volume but heβs pretty sure heβs spent an hour and a half doing much better things before.
he knocks on the front door of bruceβs lakehouse with his foot, hands full, looking in through the large planes of glass to get someoneβs attention. ghost? if only you could open the door... ]
//steal//
Which way to the wine cellar? [ donβt tell him the only thing underneath this place is the bat-cave. although he knows absolutely nothing about what a normal family dinner looks like, (despite bruce telling him earlier that family barbeques consist of jello), he thinks wine is par for the course. right? ]
//stay//
[ tipsy is a kind of cozy dick can get on board with. it takes away the nerves of this family, foreign and heavy but the only one he's got. it's dark now. they didn't set bruce's house on fire (he wasn't worried--it's on a lake), but they did make a bonfire out on the shores of the beach. dick sits on a driftwood log dragged close and watches the warm flicker. ]