[ Barry could want to go home. Barry could want to have a conversation with Bruce about his repressed feelings for Superman and want advice on how to seduce him away from Lois. Barry could, and Bruce is beginning to realize this is the more likely scenario, make a pass at him. All of these things are probably more fun than work.
For Barry. He assumes. Bruce does not know what fun is. So. ]
Not especially, [ he says, looking at him. Click, the car doors close, wings tucking in. Absurd. But it's the fastest street-legal thing he's got lying around. ] This has been nice.
[ Well. Alright, then. Bruce waits another moment and then, ] Come on.
[ If Barry is going to make a pass at him, he should probably see this first. Bruce turns and heads to the front door, which is as perfectly transparent as all the other walls. It's quiet and dark, and Bruce knows from the way the locks are set that Alfred is downstairs, asleep. There's a different pattern for when he's elsewhere (his place in the city, the Airstream he set up in the woods, and lately, the few liveably refurbished rooms in the manor as it begins its transformation). Bruce turns on a low light, and moves to the shotgun kitchen on the north side of the house, popping the takeout into the fridge. ]
No new aliens tonight, I guess, [ is a joke. Because, u kno. That time he sent everyone a memo about the "martian" that showed up one morning. (Calvin has probably since made further group visits, who knows.) He leads Barry to the back of the house, and the hidden bunker access. This is not the entrance that they took to the cave, the time he brought them all. This is different. The spartan stairwell, the overlook to the subterranean cave, the effigy of his dead son. ]
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For Barry. He assumes. Bruce does not know what fun is. So. ]
Not especially, [ he says, looking at him. Click, the car doors close, wings tucking in. Absurd. But it's the fastest street-legal thing he's got lying around. ] This has been nice.
[ Well. Alright, then. Bruce waits another moment and then, ] Come on.
[ If Barry is going to make a pass at him, he should probably see this first. Bruce turns and heads to the front door, which is as perfectly transparent as all the other walls. It's quiet and dark, and Bruce knows from the way the locks are set that Alfred is downstairs, asleep. There's a different pattern for when he's elsewhere (his place in the city, the Airstream he set up in the woods, and lately, the few liveably refurbished rooms in the manor as it begins its transformation). Bruce turns on a low light, and moves to the shotgun kitchen on the north side of the house, popping the takeout into the fridge. ]
No new aliens tonight, I guess, [ is a joke. Because, u kno. That time he sent everyone a memo about the "martian" that showed up one morning. (Calvin has probably since made further group visits, who knows.) He leads Barry to the back of the house, and the hidden bunker access. This is not the entrance that they took to the cave, the time he brought them all. This is different. The spartan stairwell, the overlook to the subterranean cave, the effigy of his dead son. ]