After Eight, Not Mints

[prince_wayne]

With a mechanical pencil in hand, Bruce was writing between two separate log books, adjusting his calculations as he worked. It had been a quite day for business at the Outer Limits, a few toboggan inquires and several ice skate sales, but not much more then that.

But in some ways, Bruce preferred slow sales days, as it gave him a chance to focus on other projects. With the sound system turned off, the store was perfectly silent except for Bruce imputing numbers into his calculator.