it's a hard life with love in the world
"You'd think with all the corrupt cops in this town, somebody would ask me for a bribe instead of giving me a speeding ticket," Bruce says at length, his mild tone laced with somewhat uncharacteristic exasperation, glaring at the yellow copy paper in his hand.
"Or you could stop driving so bloody fast."
"It's a Ferrari."
Alfred rolls his eyes, though the expression goes unnoticed in the midst of all the glaring going on. "They probably figure you can afford the ticket, sir," he points out, all perfect politeness in contrast to his amused expression. Bruce just looks at him over the top of his speeding ticket, privately mourning the points on his license.
It's been a long day.
"Or you could stop driving so bloody fast."
"It's a Ferrari."
Alfred rolls his eyes, though the expression goes unnoticed in the midst of all the glaring going on. "They probably figure you can afford the ticket, sir," he points out, all perfect politeness in contrast to his amused expression. Bruce just looks at him over the top of his speeding ticket, privately mourning the points on his license.
It's been a long day.