Fic [DC]: Complimentary Chemistry - Dick & Tim boardroom cuteness
Title: Complimentary Chemistry
Rating: G
Word Count: 470
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Comment_fic for the prompt of Dick and Tim plus "Nomenclature". Spoilers for current issues of Red Robin.
They didn't know why they were being officially run by an almost-not-quite eighteen-year-old, but they were still under the mistaken impression that he wasn't really running things. They took one look at Dick, almost-not-quite thirty-year-old Dick, and assumed that he was here to take the reigns while somehow placating and humoring his little brother.
Tim had brought Dick because he didn't have time to set them straight.
Dick was just there to translate.
"I know some of you are concerned about the development aspect of Wayne Enterprises, and I wanted to assure you that thanks to an energetic creative team as well as Damian, whom you've all met, we have plenty of projects to take the new year by storm."
"It's really cool stuff." Dick supplied.
Tim rolled his eyes. He really didn't need him to start just yet.
"We should have a new antipyretic coming out next year, developed from the clench vaccine that saved so many lives a couple years ago. We've been toying with the new acidulant that just finished testing and may be able to combine it with with some of our present medicine compounds and present a new pharmeceutic on the market in a matter of months."
Dick smiled.
"Best-tasting flu medicine ever. S'gonna be awesome."
The original plan had been to write the darn speech and then simplify it himself, but that was before he'd learned that he'd be needed at Titan's Tower for a meeting in four hours. In lieu of preparing for that, he'd had less time to be prepared for this.
Talking specialized development with a generalized company board was a tricky business. He needed to be streamlined without being insulting. Since he didn't have time to figure it out, he'd brought a man who was simply a natural at it.
Competency allied with charm.
Product plus salesmanship.
There was something beautiful about it, completely unconnected to kevlar and grappling hooks though it might be.
Tim didn't have much time to dwell on it before wrapping up and zipping out the door. He changed clothes in the office, barely securing his mask before hopping down the stairs to the tunnel that connected to the safe-house containing his bike.
He was just about to ride out when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What, no hug?"
Tim chuckled before throwing his arms up.
"Thank you. We made a pretty good team back there."
He felt the smirk before he could see it.
"You're welcome. Ready to test the new zeolites after we restock the new propelant?"
Tim laughed, pulled back, and started the ignition.
"Absolutely. Only appropriate for the coolest Bat-jet ever. S'gonna be awesome!"
Dick protested, "Don't mock me, you young whippernsapper!"
But Tim was already far away, the new textile polymers of his cape briefly glinting in the moonlight.
f.i.n.
[ *]
Rating: G
Word Count: 470
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Comment_fic for the prompt of Dick and Tim plus "Nomenclature". Spoilers for current issues of Red Robin.
They didn't know why they were being officially run by an almost-not-quite eighteen-year-old, but they were still under the mistaken impression that he wasn't really running things. They took one look at Dick, almost-not-quite thirty-year-old Dick, and assumed that he was here to take the reigns while somehow placating and humoring his little brother.
Tim had brought Dick because he didn't have time to set them straight.
Dick was just there to translate.
"I know some of you are concerned about the development aspect of Wayne Enterprises, and I wanted to assure you that thanks to an energetic creative team as well as Damian, whom you've all met, we have plenty of projects to take the new year by storm."
"It's really cool stuff." Dick supplied.
Tim rolled his eyes. He really didn't need him to start just yet.
"We should have a new antipyretic coming out next year, developed from the clench vaccine that saved so many lives a couple years ago. We've been toying with the new acidulant that just finished testing and may be able to combine it with with some of our present medicine compounds and present a new pharmeceutic on the market in a matter of months."
Dick smiled.
"Best-tasting flu medicine ever. S'gonna be awesome."
The original plan had been to write the darn speech and then simplify it himself, but that was before he'd learned that he'd be needed at Titan's Tower for a meeting in four hours. In lieu of preparing for that, he'd had less time to be prepared for this.
Talking specialized development with a generalized company board was a tricky business. He needed to be streamlined without being insulting. Since he didn't have time to figure it out, he'd brought a man who was simply a natural at it.
Competency allied with charm.
Product plus salesmanship.
There was something beautiful about it, completely unconnected to kevlar and grappling hooks though it might be.
Tim didn't have much time to dwell on it before wrapping up and zipping out the door. He changed clothes in the office, barely securing his mask before hopping down the stairs to the tunnel that connected to the safe-house containing his bike.
He was just about to ride out when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"What, no hug?"
Tim chuckled before throwing his arms up.
"Thank you. We made a pretty good team back there."
He felt the smirk before he could see it.
"You're welcome. Ready to test the new zeolites after we restock the new propelant?"
Tim laughed, pulled back, and started the ignition.
"Absolutely. Only appropriate for the coolest Bat-jet ever. S'gonna be awesome!"
Dick protested, "Don't mock me, you young whippernsapper!"
But Tim was already far away, the new textile polymers of his cape briefly glinting in the moonlight.
f.i.n.
[ *]