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Bruce Wayne ([info]capedcrusade) wrote in [info]modernage,
@ 2010-06-29 10:11:00

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Entry tags:thomas elliot | hush, {alfred pennyworth}, {bruce wayne | batman}, ¤ phone calls, ∴ scenes: completed

Phone Call: Bruce Wayne to Tommy Elliot
Who: Bruce Wayne and Tommy Elliot
Where: Phone!
When: May 6th
Summary: Having gotten the package from Tommy, Bruce calls to thank him.

As it was, Bruce didn't get to the package until the day after it arrived. Batman's work is never done.

He was taking... breakfast? Lunch? Tea? Whatever you wanted to call it when your first meal of the day was in the afternoon. Suffice to say he was eating when Alfred brought in the package. Bruce opened it as he ate, examining the exquisitely crafted game pieces. They had a nice tactile feel, worn down in all the right places. Whoever had owned these last had clearly loved playing with them. He smiled a little sadly, remembering a childhood that had been cut too short.

Still, board games were sort of an odd thing for Tommy to send him, even with his tendency toward the nostalgic. Bruce found the note then, and a quick read cleared up the confusion. Damian wouldn't understand this, Bruce didn't think. Toys weren't something he was used to. Then again, military toys might make more sense to the child. Regardless, Bruce didn't have any problem with Damian having them. He'd pass them along the next time Damian visited.

One thing he knew better than to expect from Damian, though, was a thank you note. Bruce would take care of that himself. Sipping at his orange juice, Bruce pulled out his cell phone and dialed Tommy's number.



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[info]capedcrusade
2010-07-19 02:44 am UTC (link)
"Sounds perfect," Bruce agreed. "I'll have Alfred coordinate with the boys and get back to you."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. He hadn't realized Zee had been to see Tommy, and that tone in his voice... Hmm. Not that there was anything wrong with Zee and Tommy, if that's what they wanted.

Right.

Shoving down feelings he didn't want to examine, Bruce plowed on. "Yes, Zee's wonderful, isn't she? Actually, I'm certain you've met before. She came to some of my childhood parties. Sometimes her father would perform magic. Runs in the family, it seems."

But why had Tommy brought her to the hospital? Odd place for a date. No, of course, Zee's charity work. "Coordinating with her for a hospital benefit or some such thing?" he asked.

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[info]thequietcut
2010-07-19 02:50 am UTC (link)
"Yes, I've seen her around, but it seems like the two of us never really got around to an in-depth conversation at any of your shindigs. I saw her perform at the not-so-happy birthday party and thought there was something nice I could do for my friends in the pediatric ward," Tommy explained, a hint of a grin forming in his voice. "Now I regret not pulling on her pigtails when we were younger."

A sharp sound pierced his office as his pager went off. He scowled down at it. "Listen Bruce, that's my cue. Lives to save. You keep me posted on dinner, won't you?" With a hasty goodbye, he hung up. He pounded his fist in anger on his desk before getting to his feet. That had felt so much like progress...

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