IDEK, it's all your fault, anyways moon_destinyNovember 2 2011, 05:33:29 UTC
Well, you posted this and some kind of light went on in my brain.
And I know Halloween's over, but we'll pretend it's not. :D
And also, I don't know.
Bruce did not like surprises. Surprises meant that he wasn't on his guard - that something managed to slip past his notice. That wasn't the mark of a good detective. A good detective was always on his toes. One step ahead of his enemy.
In other words, surprises meant that someone could get the best of Bruce Wayne.
And, today, someone had.
He stood in the driveway of his manor, and tried to figure out what the heck was going on.
"Alfred?"
His trusty butler since his schooldays came out of the garage and looked at him expectantly. "Yes, Master Bruce?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Certainly, Sir."
"Why are all the trees covered in little purple bat lights?"
Alfred's head tilted a bit to one side, as though he was thinking of the best way to phrase this. "Miss Stephanie thought it fun to decorate the manor for trick-or-treaters...and I agreed."
He should've known. Really.
The color should've tipped him off from the start.
But he was tired and had been on patrol the night before and he doesn't remember when he slept last.
Re: IDEK, it's all your fault, anyways moon_destinyNovember 3 2011, 20:54:52 UTC
heee! you're welcome. ♥♥
I do have to admit that I was sitting here for five days trying to think of what to write you and coming up blank and then you posted that picture with your commentary and it was like kismet.
And I know Halloween's over, but we'll pretend it's not. :D
And also, I don't know.
Bruce did not like surprises. Surprises meant that he wasn't on his guard - that something managed to slip past his notice. That wasn't the mark of a good detective. A good detective was always on his toes. One step ahead of his enemy.
In other words, surprises meant that someone could get the best of Bruce Wayne.
And, today, someone had.
He stood in the driveway of his manor, and tried to figure out what the heck was going on.
"Alfred?"
His trusty butler since his schooldays came out of the garage and looked at him expectantly. "Yes, Master Bruce?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Certainly, Sir."
"Why are all the trees covered in little purple bat lights?"
Alfred's head tilted a bit to one side, as though he was thinking of the best way to phrase this. "Miss Stephanie thought it fun to decorate the manor for trick-or-treaters...and I agreed."
He should've known. Really.
The color should've tipped him off from the start.
But he was tired and had been on patrol the night before and he doesn't remember when he slept last.
Yeah. Right. Like that helped matters any.
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He wondered if Stephanie had any blacklight bats.
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Not gonna lie, there was some squealing IRL when I realized what exactly you'd written. And I've yet to stop smiling.
You are just the best, you know that? Thank you!
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I do have to admit that I was sitting here for five days trying to think of what to write you and coming up blank and then you posted that picture with your commentary and it was like kismet.
*i need to upload some more comic icons myself*
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