Wayne; Bruce (notbatty) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-06 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bruce wayne (batman), john blake |
Who: Bruce Wayne, John Blake.
Where: Bruce's office, Wayne Enterprises.
When: 8 pm, Monday night.
What: Blake had a dream and, in this universe, Bruce is ridiculously easy to find.
Rating/Warnings: There will almost certainly be Dark Knight Rises spoilers.
Bruce had been working late since he'd finally given his father the yes that Thomas Wayne had been waiting to hear. Yes, he'd take the majority share. Yes, he'd take the seat higher up the boardroom table and the responsibility for the long-term health of the company. The last week had been spent learning more about the other divisions from a dubious Lucius Fox. (If Bruce hadn't shown interest over the last decade, what was going to change in a week?) A series of ten-hour days and a newly-discovered remarkable memory for boring business detail hadn't built any bridges of trust. That would take time; years of disinterest and shaky commitment to the company wouldn't be swept away in a month, but Bruce wasn't worried. He'd get it right. And so, it was no great stretch to be in his office and waiting when Officer Blake arrived for his appointment. The company seemed a safer meeting place than Bruce's home; Bruce's instinct to trust police was waning more every day, and he didn't want a stranger from the Valarnet in his living room, not even if that man claimed to have a badge. There were visitor's logs and security cameras in the office building and, if it were so personal that it couldn't be said behind a closed office door, Blake could have mentioned as much in his message. The office was on a corner and high up over the city, far nicer than a VP of marketing deserved. His father's office, in fact - Thomas claimed he had no need for it, and Lucius might have hoped that the remarkable view would inspire the son to some kind of leadership potential. Bruce was at his desk, scrolling through something on a tablet. He preferred to read on the smaller screen; turning to the computer monitor put his back to the door, and he was finding that such exposed positions made him uncomfortable. |