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[master_wayne]

Bruce is not as lame as his mun and so has, in fact, been in the bar a few times recently. So he knows it's Christmas here and that's why he's got a bag with him this evening, in case he happens to run into someone. And if he doesn't, it's still a nice chance to relax with a protein shake and watch the universe implode.

[OOC: Not here for very long

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[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Tagging for slow since I'm in the midst of dinner and family things.)

William has a pile of things in front of him at a table, a nice prosthetic leg, some bandannas and a nice scarf that he keeps looking at.

When Bruce walks by, he blinks, drinks some coffee and gives him a harder stare,

"What's your name, sir?"

[master_wayne]

Bruce blinks.

That was abrupt.

'...what's yours?'

[not_his_pa]

William just gives him a look back, not right someone else looking so much like his Pa. Maybe not as his Pa looks now, maybe when he was younger before the war and things got bad,

"William Evans, sir."

[master_wayne]

He wonders if it's supposed to mean something to him.

'I'm Bruce Wayne.'

[not_his_pa]

"Ever met a man named Dan Evans, sir?"

[master_wayne]

'Not that I recall.'

And he would recall. His memory is under admirable control.

[not_his_pa]

"Just look sort of like him,"

Though William can't imagine his father looking so well fed.

[master_wayne]

'Oh.'

He takes a second to process this.

'I take it he's your father?'

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir, just surprised me to see you was all."

[master_wayne]

'I can see why.'

He indicates the chair opposite, an invitation for the boy to sit, if he likes.

'But I promise you, I'm not your father.'

[not_his_pa]

William sits down and cracks an almost smile,

"I know, sir, your hair's wrong, you've got your leg and you've had more to eat. Also you're probably not dead."

[master_wayne]

It's impossible not to chuckle a little at that.

'Yes, yes, I'll take your word for it and definitely.'

Beat.

'Not dead, that is.

Want a drink, William Evans?'

[not_his_pa]

"Thank you, sir, wouldn't mind a whiskey. Are you from back East, sir?"

He looks like he should be.

[master_wayne]

'I'm from Gotham.'

William is getting a close look.

'How old are you?'

[not_his_pa]

"Sixteen, why?"

Bar's given him whiskey before, she waters it down a good bit but he drinks.

[master_wayne]

'...close enough, I guess.'

He calls a rat over and gets a small whiskey for William and a bottled water for himself.

'Where I come from, you're supposed to be twenty one to drink alcohol. But...you don't look like you're anywhere near from my time.'