Bruce Wayne, the Batman. (gothamcrusader) wrote in gothamknights, @ 2008-09-19 04:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne, richie grayson |
log: richie grayson & bruce wayne
summary. The hilarious son visits the grumpy father at the hospital.
Richie. Bruce Wayne has been shot! ...Yeah, like it's really the first time or anything. Richie Grayson strolls through the security posted to keep prying eyes and cameras out of the wing Bruce is being kept in. He tips down his sunglasses, giving a flirtacious look to an old woman being wheeled by just to make her smile. Pushing his sunglasses back up, he almost bumps into a nurse on her way out of Bruce's room after dropping off his meal tray. "Excuse me." He laughs about the near collision and closes the door after she leaves. Bruce will probably want the privacy. He walks over to a chair next to Bruce's bed. But on the way, he snatches up the jello cup from Bruce's tray, giving it a little toss and catch as he also grabs the plastic spoon and sits down. "Mmm. The jello cup is mine."
Bruce. Bruce Wayne glances up as his wayward son entered his private room. He had been looking at the blank card left on a bouquet delivered earlier this afternoon. No writing but the company's name was printed on the envelope and he knew who they were from -- Dinah. Richie broke his examination of the blank card and Bruce sets it back on the bedside table, next to the arrangement with a noticeable chunk of flowers missing. Bruce was apparently popular with some of the nurses today. "Hn." He pulls the tray closer to him now that he was done with that. "We need to get me out of here." He is going insane. He has been here nearly a week. This was not being cautious -- this was Lucius punishing him.
Richie. Richie spoons some jello into his mouth and speaks with it in there. "I'll roll you onto a gurney and we can make a break for the manor. Traffic'll be a bitch on the bridge, though." He looks up and eyes the blank card and flowers Bruce was checking out. "Mm. That reminds me." He stabs the spoon into the jello and pulls a card from his back pocket. He tosses it up onto Bruce's chest. It's meant as a Get Well card, but it doesn't look like it has anything to do with that genre of card. The reasoning behind it is exposed when opened and Aerosmith's Janie's Got a Gun starts playing. He's signed the inside saying to get well soon.
Bruce. Richie was just hilarious, wasn't he? He wasn't the one confined to a hospital bed because the CEO of his company gave him a lecture and whatever. To say Bruce hates this was an understatement. Bruce takes the envelope and opens it with his free hand -- his left arm was in a sling. When he opens the card and Aerosmith starts playing, he narrows his eyes. He lets the song play for a moment. "Why just not make it explosive rather than musical," Bruce comments, reading over Richie's writing. "Thanks." He closes the card to end the song clip.
Richie. There's a slim chance getting shot is playing a factor in why Bruce is confined to a hospital bed. "You'll be out of here soon. Then you'll be under Al's dominion. I say you might as well enjoy the hospital as long as you can." It isn't like Al is going to be a pushover when Bruce returns to the manor. Having finished the jello, he leans forward and sets the empty cup on Bruce's tray.
Bruce. "I can't enjoy it," he surveys the food on his tray. "I've been here a week and they took away my remote." He nods slightly to the television mounted in the corner of the room. It was on the weather channel and Bruce cannot figure out where they put the remote. One of the nurses caught him out of bed trying to change the channel manually.
Richie. "Someone's not as charming with the nurses as he thinks he is." Or that remote could reappear. Richie glances over at the television. Oh, look. It's going to rain again. "Would you like me to go get your remote back?" He asks teasingly like Bruce is a chidl who's favorite toy is up on a high shelf.
Bruce. "I think they like teasing me." Or maybe they wanted to come visit him often to turn the channel for him. "No. I want to get out of here." The remote was not necessary for Bruce's happiness. "How's business?" You know, business. He hates that he couldn't go out. He's been hurt worse than this before. He can handle it.
Richie. "This and that," Richie says vaguely with a hand gesture. Bruce can get filled in on all the details by Babs when he's nestled all happily back in his dark, gloomy hole in the ground. "Nothing your interns can't handle."
Bruce. "Hn." Don't get him wrong -- he knows his associates are more than capable. He is just grumpy he is stuck in here and not allowed out there.