Wayne; Bruce (notbatty) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-05 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alfred pennyworth, bruce wayne (batman) |
Who: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne
When: Wednesday night.
Where: The (elder) Wayne's house.
What: Bruce has been shut up in his father's office since Tuesday afternoon. He finally emerges to find Alfred lying in wait.
Rating: PG/PG-13ish?
At the moment, Bruce didn't want to talk to anyone. Dreams had bled over into reality in a very ugly way, and all he wanted was to return to the time before stupid costumes and delusions of grandeur. Jaime, Lucius - they were old friends, and their messages were welcome and easy to return, but a guilty part of Bruce felt like this were somehow his fault. He'd been the one who preferred the dreams to reality, and now they were. Two innocent people had died, and for what? So, in a completely illogical move, he'd been avoiding the people who were in the dreams more often than in his waking life. Clark, who never had an unkind word and deserved better than silence. Oliver Queen, who had sent very nice condolences and to whom Bruce should reach out a hand. Barbara Gordon, bright and talented Wayne Enterprises board member. John Blake, driven cop who would absolutely understand the loss of a parent. Alfred. God, Alfred. The second father. Bruce should have replied to all of them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, because that felt like making the same mistakes all over again. He should have been content. He should have been living his own life instead of a fake life. If he'd gone to that vacation house, if he'd only been with them-- And so it went. Bruce hadn't gotten a lot of work done. There were papers to file, a will to probate and a funeral to arrange. He'd made contact with the funeral home, but beyond that he was having a hard time focusing. In fact, he didn't even realize he was hungry until he'd gone beyond and through dull emptiness back to being ravenous. The illogical, childish part of Bruce wanted to stay hungry out of spite, but he was a grown man, not an eight year old. He'd eat. And then, by God, he'd get some real work done. Bruce opened the door to the office. |