Sitting on a ledge in the pouring rain watching Harry go to MJ's and everything that happened there had not been the right thing to help out Bruce's mood
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"Yeah, sure. I hope you have your car near by because I didn't bother to call for mine. I was going to walk."
He waved at the reporters before allowing Bruce to escort him a few blocks away to where the limo was waiting. Climbing inside, he waited for Bruce to instruct the driver where to take them. He was surprised it was to the penthouse.
"So, you want to tell me now or wait until we get back to my place?"
He rubbed his jaw and said, "I can't believe you actually hit me. Took you long enough."
Bruce turned off his phone...he didn't need to hear it right now from his publicist, or Alfred...or Lex. Then he put up the privacy window so the driver couldn't hear them.
"I don't know...Alexander deserves to hear this too but I don't think I can handle that much right now." He shook out his hand, the knuckles stung from the hit.
"I can't believe I hit you either...felt kind of good though." He couldn't help but laugh at that admission to Harry. He probably should have just gone ahead and hit him somewhere when they were younger.
"Do you remember the terrorists in Gotham?" Sort of off topic but getting to where he wanted to talk about.
Harry frowned as he listened to the terrorist question. For a split second he wondered if this was going to be a confession that Bruce was a terrorist. Of course that was insane because Bruce was Mr. law abiding citizen.
"Yeah. What about them?" He asked, leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the small fridge inside of the limo.
"I met them when I was travelling. One of them broke me out of a jail in China and trained me." Yeah serious short version of the story there, but he could fill in details later.
"I stopped them." And he was wondering if that was enough information for Harry to put together what he was and what he'd done. Somehow saying it outloud just didn't seem to work.
"Yeah, well, everyone has their reasons for leaving. I was pissed for awhile and I will probably always be a little resentful, but it's not like I'm in a position right now to get judgemental of other people's choices."
It was as close as Harry could come to saying he understood. He leaned back in the limo and sipped his water. He was still so cold and the wet clothes wasn't helping.
"I need to get my affairs in order. Update my will and all that stuff. I don't have a lawyer thanks to my temper, so maybe you can line one up for me. I know you already took over Lex's company, but would you be willing to take on OsCorp? I'll sign it over this week if you're willing. I don't know what to do with the penthouse or anything else really. I'd hate for just anyone to take it over, it's haunted, yes, but it was my mother's home too."
"This is some sort of conspiracy by you two to get me to take on yet another corporation isn't it?" He snorted, damnit he still hadn't completely cleaned up LexCorp and Harry knew when to hit him with this.
"Of course I have lawyers, they'll meet with you as soon as you want. I understand wanting to get things in order but Harry I don't want you to just get ready to die on us." He really wasn't good at this.
"We'll figure out what to with the penthouse...and if I'm the best you can do I'll take care of OsCorp for you...even though it'll just prove that we're secret lovers to the press." He groaned and covered his face with his hands. And it was his own damn fault.
Harry couldn't help himself. Seeing Bruce flip out over the press was amazing. In fact he had to bite his lip not to crack up.
"Shh, it's okay, buttercup, you can fuck me on the penthouse balcony for everyone to see. Then our love will no longer be secret."
The look on Bruce's face was priceless. Seriously, he would kill for a camera.
"I want my annullment to Faith finished quickly. she gets the two million and everything I've bought for her and that is it. I don't want her to know I'm dying because then she may try to stick around and inherit everything. I need the will iron tight, Bruce."
"So not fucking funny Harry." He tried to glare but the term buttercup was making him laugh.
"Understood. I think I can arrange all of that, she left you a note we can use that to push the annulment through and the will change won't really be contested since she's getting money already I think." He was making mental notes of other things to bring up with the lawyers while they talked.
"We'll get it all arranged, you just need to contentrate on the fact that you're not going to die if we can help it ok?" He put his hand on Harry's neck with a light squeeze.
"It was hysterical and you know it." He was already feeling a little better.
"I think I just want a hot shower, warm clothes and to sleep for awhile. I'll deal with the fall out from the papers and everything else later. I just really need to sleep for awhile."
"All right, it was a little funny. But not that much."
He nodded, Bruce actually pretty much wanted the same things right now because this long without sleep wasn't going to make him rational when the news hit and when he had to apologize to MJ.
"We're almost there Harry. Rest as long as you need, we'll be here for you." For as long as he needed and for whatever he wanted.
"When you wake up I'll have everything ready for you to sign." Sleep was overrated anyway.
He waved at the reporters before allowing Bruce to escort him a few blocks away to where the limo was waiting. Climbing inside, he waited for Bruce to instruct the driver where to take them. He was surprised it was to the penthouse.
"So, you want to tell me now or wait until we get back to my place?"
He rubbed his jaw and said, "I can't believe you actually hit me. Took you long enough."
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"I don't know...Alexander deserves to hear this too but I don't think I can handle that much right now." He shook out his hand, the knuckles stung from the hit.
"I can't believe I hit you either...felt kind of good though." He couldn't help but laugh at that admission to Harry. He probably should have just gone ahead and hit him somewhere when they were younger.
"Do you remember the terrorists in Gotham?" Sort of off topic but getting to where he wanted to talk about.
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"Yeah. What about them?" He asked, leaning forward to grab a bottle of water from the small fridge inside of the limo.
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"I stopped them." And he was wondering if that was enough information for Harry to put together what he was and what he'd done. Somehow saying it outloud just didn't seem to work.
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"Batman."
One word and suddenly everything made sense. Bruce's absences. His secrets. His pleading for Harry not to force him to stop him.
"You're Batman."
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"I left Gotham to study the criminals. I couldn't stay and I'm sorry."
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It was as close as Harry could come to saying he understood. He leaned back in the limo and sipped his water. He was still so cold and the wet clothes wasn't helping.
"I need to get my affairs in order. Update my will and all that stuff. I don't have a lawyer thanks to my temper, so maybe you can line one up for me. I know you already took over Lex's company, but would you be willing to take on OsCorp? I'll sign it over this week if you're willing. I don't know what to do with the penthouse or anything else really. I'd hate for just anyone to take it over, it's haunted, yes, but it was my mother's home too."
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"Of course I have lawyers, they'll meet with you as soon as you want. I understand wanting to get things in order but Harry I don't want you to just get ready to die on us." He really wasn't good at this.
"We'll figure out what to with the penthouse...and if I'm the best you can do I'll take care of OsCorp for you...even though it'll just prove that we're secret lovers to the press." He groaned and covered his face with his hands. And it was his own damn fault.
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"Shh, it's okay, buttercup, you can fuck me on the penthouse balcony for everyone to see. Then our love will no longer be secret."
The look on Bruce's face was priceless. Seriously, he would kill for a camera.
"I want my annullment to Faith finished quickly. she gets the two million and everything I've bought for her and that is it. I don't want her to know I'm dying because then she may try to stick around and inherit everything. I need the will iron tight, Bruce."
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"Understood. I think I can arrange all of that, she left you a note we can use that to push the annulment through and the will change won't really be contested since she's getting money already I think." He was making mental notes of other things to bring up with the lawyers while they talked.
"We'll get it all arranged, you just need to contentrate on the fact that you're not going to die if we can help it ok?" He put his hand on Harry's neck with a light squeeze.
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"I think I just want a hot shower, warm clothes and to sleep for awhile. I'll deal with the fall out from the papers and everything else later. I just really need to sleep for awhile."
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He nodded, Bruce actually pretty much wanted the same things right now because this long without sleep wasn't going to make him rational when the news hit and when he had to apologize to MJ.
"We're almost there Harry. Rest as long as you need, we'll be here for you." For as long as he needed and for whatever he wanted.
"When you wake up I'll have everything ready for you to sign." Sleep was overrated anyway.
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