Here We Are, Isn't It Familiar? [Closed, In Progress]
WHO: Batman Bruce Wayne Clark Kent and Giselle
WHAT: A not!date
WHERE: A small romantic restaurant on the seafront.
WHEN: Evening. Probably backdated to I'm not exactly sure, but probably sometime within the past week before Jenny's death.
Bruce knew exactly how he had let Dick talk him into this. Guilt. Dick knew Bruce knew, too, but they both also knew that Bruce couldn't really get angry at him for only stating things that were true. After everything Giselle had been through recently, especially with the chaos that their house was regularly thrown into, she really did deserve something, however small, to make her happy, and Bruce had, admittedly, never been good at knowing what made people happy, for all his keen tactical prowess. No, that had always been what Dick was good at-- perhaps a little too good at, Bruce mused, knowing the long list of Dick's relationships and how many of them had ended. Still, he had been right that one night with them out together like this wouldn't hurt too much.
While the investigation of Sora's death wasn't going particularly well, especially with most of the others seeming to prefer keeping him out of the loop, he had given Dick all the information he had in the hopes that maybe his surrogate son might be able to piece together something based on the information that he had missed. After all, Bruce had known Sora, but Dick's contact with him had been minimal; being able to see the case through objective eyes, Nightwing might be able to see something Bruce hadn't.
Though his mind weighed heavily on his work, on the boy's death, he tried not to let it show as he walked through the streets with Giselle. Dressed in a suit that Kaoru had recommended for him, there was perhaps a bit more of Bruce Wayne, rather than the Batman, about him tonight more than there had been in a long time, perhaps even months. As they approaching the restaurant at the waterfront-- Bruce had never actually eaten here, but Dick had recommended it, and while it wouldn't have been beneath him to pull a prank on Bruce, it would have been beneath him to pull one on Giselle-- he offered a smile at his dinner companion, one that almost truly reached his eyes. Rivelata hadn't been kind to her, and, for all he had tried to do for her, he knew that neither had he, that he couldn't afford to be. But he could do this much, at least.
"Kent, table for two."
WHAT: A not!date
WHERE: A small romantic restaurant on the seafront.
WHEN: Evening. Probably backdated to I'm not exactly sure, but probably sometime within the past week before Jenny's death.
Bruce knew exactly how he had let Dick talk him into this. Guilt. Dick knew Bruce knew, too, but they both also knew that Bruce couldn't really get angry at him for only stating things that were true. After everything Giselle had been through recently, especially with the chaos that their house was regularly thrown into, she really did deserve something, however small, to make her happy, and Bruce had, admittedly, never been good at knowing what made people happy, for all his keen tactical prowess. No, that had always been what Dick was good at-- perhaps a little too good at, Bruce mused, knowing the long list of Dick's relationships and how many of them had ended. Still, he had been right that one night with them out together like this wouldn't hurt too much.
While the investigation of Sora's death wasn't going particularly well, especially with most of the others seeming to prefer keeping him out of the loop, he had given Dick all the information he had in the hopes that maybe his surrogate son might be able to piece together something based on the information that he had missed. After all, Bruce had known Sora, but Dick's contact with him had been minimal; being able to see the case through objective eyes, Nightwing might be able to see something Bruce hadn't.
Though his mind weighed heavily on his work, on the boy's death, he tried not to let it show as he walked through the streets with Giselle. Dressed in a suit that Kaoru had recommended for him, there was perhaps a bit more of Bruce Wayne, rather than the Batman, about him tonight more than there had been in a long time, perhaps even months. As they approaching the restaurant at the waterfront-- Bruce had never actually eaten here, but Dick had recommended it, and while it wouldn't have been beneath him to pull a prank on Bruce, it would have been beneath him to pull one on Giselle-- he offered a smile at his dinner companion, one that almost truly reached his eyes. Rivelata hadn't been kind to her, and, for all he had tried to do for her, he knew that neither had he, that he couldn't afford to be. But he could do this much, at least.
"Kent, table for two."