#002- Three Times Oliver Queen met Bruce Wayne (The Batman)
Title: Three Times Oliver Queen met Bruce Wayne
Fandom: The Batman (2004-2008 series)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne
Rating: K/G
Word count: 285
Warnings: Spoilers for Vertigo
Challenge: #002- Fingers
Notes: Not sure how well this fits the prompt, but it did stem from 'fingers'!
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When I met Bruce Wayne for the first time, we were at a gala. It was all fake smiles vapid greetings and underlying messages of don’t cross me or you’ll regret it. I had no reason to think anything different of Wayne, but when my hand clasped his, I felt the oddest sensation that I knew this man from somewhere; that we had met before. Surprisingly, his grip was light and it wasn’t an I dare you to let go first competition, which made the feeling of familiarity odder. It was fleeting, though, and before I had the opportunity to contemplate it, he was was gone, the sliding of his fingers across the back of my hand just a faint memory.
When I met Bruce Wayne for the second time, he was in his limo with some blonde celebrity who was positively shaking with anger at the lack of attention he paid her. I was Green Arrow at the time and I gave him a warning. I don’t understand what’s happening, said his face, but I could tell his body was tense under that three thousand dollar dinner suit he was wearing, and it said I’m going to find out what this is about whether or not you tell me. Ha. As if he didn’t know.
So I told him.
I met Wayne once after that, during a press conference about funding renewals for the Justice League. I shook his hand, his calluses sliding across mine, the it’s good to see you agains and other words that didn’t mean much as we both gave each other more meaningful, private glances, properly shielded by our seemingly empty expressions and I grinned. Wayne played his part well.
Fandom: The Batman (2004-2008 series)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne
Rating: K/G
Word count: 285
Warnings: Spoilers for Vertigo
Challenge: #002- Fingers
Notes: Not sure how well this fits the prompt, but it did stem from 'fingers'!
.'>
When I met Bruce Wayne for the first time, we were at a gala. It was all fake smiles vapid greetings and underlying messages of don’t cross me or you’ll regret it. I had no reason to think anything different of Wayne, but when my hand clasped his, I felt the oddest sensation that I knew this man from somewhere; that we had met before. Surprisingly, his grip was light and it wasn’t an I dare you to let go first competition, which made the feeling of familiarity odder. It was fleeting, though, and before I had the opportunity to contemplate it, he was was gone, the sliding of his fingers across the back of my hand just a faint memory.
When I met Bruce Wayne for the second time, he was in his limo with some blonde celebrity who was positively shaking with anger at the lack of attention he paid her. I was Green Arrow at the time and I gave him a warning. I don’t understand what’s happening, said his face, but I could tell his body was tense under that three thousand dollar dinner suit he was wearing, and it said I’m going to find out what this is about whether or not you tell me. Ha. As if he didn’t know.
So I told him.
I met Wayne once after that, during a press conference about funding renewals for the Justice League. I shook his hand, his calluses sliding across mine, the it’s good to see you agains and other words that didn’t mean much as we both gave each other more meaningful, private glances, properly shielded by our seemingly empty expressions and I grinned. Wayne played his part well.