[ The smells of fancy brunch are quite alluring, but Bruce resists; dumping everything into a Vitamix and eyeballing the non-dairy milk. ]
Fortunately, I can pretty much do what I want, when it comes to my dayjob. Plug your ears. [ Vroom vroom goes the blender. It's somewhat earsplitting in contrast to the quiet lake house atmosphere, but doesn't last long, turning into a sickly green goop, which Bruce then proceeds to slime out into a large cup. ]
But I don't have any plans, no. Do you?
[ He drinks some of the smoothie, and then immediately swaps it for a long drink of black coffee, before moving back. No real pleasure in food happening for him, but at least he knows he won't puke or have some kind of blood sugar incident later. His measly human body has to be kept at a certain level of performance or being Batman is a lot less fun.
The catering bag is empty now, everything put away or snagged by Barry, so he sets it on the floor against the windows, and goes to sit by the speedster. Everything in here is ultra-modern and overly expensive, but at least it's all comfortable, despite the minimal design.
(Just don't... look at the only extant decor, a heavy black Italian urn floating on a display stand near the desk by the door. Like, Bruce, why is everything a dead person.) ]
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Fortunately, I can pretty much do what I want, when it comes to my dayjob. Plug your ears. [ Vroom vroom goes the blender. It's somewhat earsplitting in contrast to the quiet lake house atmosphere, but doesn't last long, turning into a sickly green goop, which Bruce then proceeds to slime out into a large cup. ]
But I don't have any plans, no. Do you?
[ He drinks some of the smoothie, and then immediately swaps it for a long drink of black coffee, before moving back. No real pleasure in food happening for him, but at least he knows he won't puke or have some kind of blood sugar incident later. His measly human body has to be kept at a certain level of performance or being Batman is a lot less fun.
The catering bag is empty now, everything put away or snagged by Barry, so he sets it on the floor against the windows, and goes to sit by the speedster. Everything in here is ultra-modern and overly expensive, but at least it's all comfortable, despite the minimal design.
(Just don't... look at the only extant decor, a heavy black Italian urn floating on a display stand near the desk by the door. Like, Bruce, why is everything a dead person.) ]