Bruce Wayne (i_crusade) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-04-18 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne, selina kyle, zz:status complete |
Truth (Selina)
"Is there something that you're waiting on, Master Bruce?"
Bruce turned from the plastic covered armoire and the jewelry box within it. His butler - his surrogate father, and his dear friend - stood in the doorway of the master bedroom that so often remained sealed up, a polite smile on his face. Bruce looked back to the jewelry box, then to the smaller velvet box in his hand, and realized he'd been standing here for at least a quarter of an hour.
"I don't know," Bruce said, obviously at a loss.
The butler walked into the room as if it weren't sacred, as if it were only just a room. "The world is full of things that don't matter," Alfred said, coming to a stop beside Bruce and looking into the armoire as if he were checking for what suits needed pressing. "And it's easy to get caught up in them. But there's one thing that I've found, in all my years, that is always worthwhile." The old butler stopped, and stared blandly at the hinge of the armoire.
"What's that, Alfred?" Bruce prompted.
"Why, love, of course. I suspect it might be the only thing that matters at all, when all is said and done." The rheumy old eyes turned toward the velvet box and Alfred nodded toward it. The ring inside that box was well known by both men in the room. "Your grandmother was a very lovely woman. She had a fire in her. I think she would have liked Ms. Kyle very much."
Bruce tucked the box into his pocket. "Thanks, Alfred."
"I'll lock up here, sir."
Bruce let him, and stepped out into the hallway, leaving the door half-ajar as he did. Pulling on a suit jacket, he grabbed the keys to the Porche and headed for the lunch date he was only slightly late for. He made the time up on the drive there, tossed his keys to the valet, and hurried in to the table where Selina was waiting.
"Sorry I'm late," Bruce said, pausing briefly to kiss her cheek before taking a seat across from her.