POI fic: Like to Like
TITLE: POI fic - Like to Like
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: mention 1.23 Firewall
WORD COUNT: 1035
SUMMARY: Our guys meet some like minded individuals...
They figured their latest number was more likely to be a victim than a perpetrator. A playboy billionaire coming into town for the SMILE charity gala, it seemed he had been involved in no more nefarious goings on than excessive partying. Still, they had been wrong about people before.
They set up a stakeout at the hotel where the number was staying, hacking into the hotels security system to keep tabs on him. Finch continued to try and find background information, so far uncovering the tragic death of his parents when he was a child and numerous tabloid stories of dubious veracity. When their number finally left his room John exited the car to follow. Finch opted to stay in the car as he had noticed something interesting and wanted to investigate further.
John wasn’t sure how their number might have given him the slip. On canvassing the area he was surprised when a dark form materialized out of nowhere and slammed him up against the wall. Unable to shake loose, John realized incredulously that he was being roughed up by Gotham’s notorious vigilante.
He couldn’t believe it when a few minutes later Finch stepped awkwardly around the corner. “If you would please unhand my associate, Mr. Wayne. Our desire was merely to safeguard your person. Of course, we had no idea at the time of your extracurricular activities. The charming Miss Oracle can give you more details later, at the moment we really do not have the time if you still wish to apprehend your colorful adversary before he implements his dastardly plan.”
Batman released John and loomed over Finch, growling something John couldn’t make out. John shifted to place himself between the two men, because once again Finch seemed to be completely ignoring any survival instincts he had. But Finch just calmly replied “You are hardly in a position to castigate us on our activities. And need I remind you that this is our city, not yours. You might actually benefit from our assistance.”
Batman growled and loomed a little further over Finch before turning and stalking away in a huff.
Reese looked over at Finch with respect, while Finch started to text on his phone. “Not to worry, Mr. Reese. His associate is much more rational and I am sure between the three of us we will be able to aid our illustrious visitor in retrieving his nemesis and leaving our city.”
To no ones surprise, Batman was proving to be a very poor team player. He had accepted their information with poor grace, and had then taken off on his own to apprehend the Joker. Reese drove at a breakneck pace in their “borrowed” sports car, yet still arrived at the dock long after the Joker and Batman had taken their fight out onto the river. John consoled himself that they were still ahead of the police judging by the sirens, and how could one really expect to outrun the Batmobile? He contemplated said vehicle in silence while Finch removed something from his pocket and began punching buttons. John figured they had a few moments for appreciation before they needed to make their escape. He was startled by a loud *click* as the Batmobile doors swung open. He turned to a grinning Finch who asked “Care to take a little test drive?” John replied fervently “Harold, I love the way you think”
***
Initially, Bruce hadn’t been too sure about the budding friendship between Finch and Oracle. When he expressed his concerns to Barbara, she ripped him and his patronizing, macho, chauvinistic attitude a new one. When he complained to John, he snickered at him and said “Bruce, if you think antagonizing Oracle and Finch is a good idea you’re not as smart as people think you are. Just be glad they are both too well mannered to make your life a living hell. At least, not much” he then hung up on him. Taking the hint, Bruce never brought the subject up again. And the two seemed to get on like a house afire. But he felt he had confirmation that they were a bad influence on each other when they engineered an April Fool’s prank on the cities of New York and Gotham. Though Bruce had to admit, the jerks who parked illegally in handicapped spots would give it a second thought after that day
****
Bruce was working in the Batcave, trying to trace down leads on Black Mask’s organization, when Alfred entered carrying a package. Bruce was surprised but took the package, knowing his butler would have ensured it was harmless. On top of a large stack of computer printouts, he found a handwritten note on expensive paper.
Greetings Mr Wayne
I hope that the enclosed information will allow you to successfully conclude your latest endeavor so that you might be able to enjoy the holiday season. Please tender my regards to Miss Gordan and Mr Pennyworth.
Merry Christmas
Harold Finch
P.S. The fuzzy dice are from Mr Reese
****
Bruce was in bed on forced rest when Alfred brought in the box. . Opening it he removed the paper with the now familiar handwriting and his dark mood at his temporary invalidism lightened slightly.
My Dear Mr Wayne
The enclosed are some items I gave Mr Reese while he was under the weather. I hope you too will find them comforting and that they will aid in your quick recovery.
Regards,
Harold Finch
Bruce gladly accepted the novels Alfred pulled from the box, knowing anything Finch sent would be well worth reading. But he wasn’t sure how to feel when the next item Alfred removed was a round white cushion.
(Dick laughed for 10 minutes when he saw the cushion. Sometimes Dick could be…a dick.)
***
Bruce was alone in the Batcave when word came in about what had happened to Finch. As he looked over to the cushion proudly displayed in one of the glass cases (Dick’s idea of a joke) he felt a black rage welling up within him. He would go to New York and help John get their friend back. This audacious woman didn’t know who she was messing with.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: mention 1.23 Firewall
WORD COUNT: 1035
SUMMARY: Our guys meet some like minded individuals...
They figured their latest number was more likely to be a victim than a perpetrator. A playboy billionaire coming into town for the SMILE charity gala, it seemed he had been involved in no more nefarious goings on than excessive partying. Still, they had been wrong about people before.
They set up a stakeout at the hotel where the number was staying, hacking into the hotels security system to keep tabs on him. Finch continued to try and find background information, so far uncovering the tragic death of his parents when he was a child and numerous tabloid stories of dubious veracity. When their number finally left his room John exited the car to follow. Finch opted to stay in the car as he had noticed something interesting and wanted to investigate further.
John wasn’t sure how their number might have given him the slip. On canvassing the area he was surprised when a dark form materialized out of nowhere and slammed him up against the wall. Unable to shake loose, John realized incredulously that he was being roughed up by Gotham’s notorious vigilante.
He couldn’t believe it when a few minutes later Finch stepped awkwardly around the corner. “If you would please unhand my associate, Mr. Wayne. Our desire was merely to safeguard your person. Of course, we had no idea at the time of your extracurricular activities. The charming Miss Oracle can give you more details later, at the moment we really do not have the time if you still wish to apprehend your colorful adversary before he implements his dastardly plan.”
Batman released John and loomed over Finch, growling something John couldn’t make out. John shifted to place himself between the two men, because once again Finch seemed to be completely ignoring any survival instincts he had. But Finch just calmly replied “You are hardly in a position to castigate us on our activities. And need I remind you that this is our city, not yours. You might actually benefit from our assistance.”
Batman growled and loomed a little further over Finch before turning and stalking away in a huff.
Reese looked over at Finch with respect, while Finch started to text on his phone. “Not to worry, Mr. Reese. His associate is much more rational and I am sure between the three of us we will be able to aid our illustrious visitor in retrieving his nemesis and leaving our city.”
To no ones surprise, Batman was proving to be a very poor team player. He had accepted their information with poor grace, and had then taken off on his own to apprehend the Joker. Reese drove at a breakneck pace in their “borrowed” sports car, yet still arrived at the dock long after the Joker and Batman had taken their fight out onto the river. John consoled himself that they were still ahead of the police judging by the sirens, and how could one really expect to outrun the Batmobile? He contemplated said vehicle in silence while Finch removed something from his pocket and began punching buttons. John figured they had a few moments for appreciation before they needed to make their escape. He was startled by a loud *click* as the Batmobile doors swung open. He turned to a grinning Finch who asked “Care to take a little test drive?” John replied fervently “Harold, I love the way you think”
***
Initially, Bruce hadn’t been too sure about the budding friendship between Finch and Oracle. When he expressed his concerns to Barbara, she ripped him and his patronizing, macho, chauvinistic attitude a new one. When he complained to John, he snickered at him and said “Bruce, if you think antagonizing Oracle and Finch is a good idea you’re not as smart as people think you are. Just be glad they are both too well mannered to make your life a living hell. At least, not much” he then hung up on him. Taking the hint, Bruce never brought the subject up again. And the two seemed to get on like a house afire. But he felt he had confirmation that they were a bad influence on each other when they engineered an April Fool’s prank on the cities of New York and Gotham. Though Bruce had to admit, the jerks who parked illegally in handicapped spots would give it a second thought after that day
****
Bruce was working in the Batcave, trying to trace down leads on Black Mask’s organization, when Alfred entered carrying a package. Bruce was surprised but took the package, knowing his butler would have ensured it was harmless. On top of a large stack of computer printouts, he found a handwritten note on expensive paper.
Greetings Mr Wayne
I hope that the enclosed information will allow you to successfully conclude your latest endeavor so that you might be able to enjoy the holiday season. Please tender my regards to Miss Gordan and Mr Pennyworth.
Merry Christmas
Harold Finch
P.S. The fuzzy dice are from Mr Reese
****
Bruce was in bed on forced rest when Alfred brought in the box. . Opening it he removed the paper with the now familiar handwriting and his dark mood at his temporary invalidism lightened slightly.
My Dear Mr Wayne
The enclosed are some items I gave Mr Reese while he was under the weather. I hope you too will find them comforting and that they will aid in your quick recovery.
Regards,
Harold Finch
Bruce gladly accepted the novels Alfred pulled from the box, knowing anything Finch sent would be well worth reading. But he wasn’t sure how to feel when the next item Alfred removed was a round white cushion.
(Dick laughed for 10 minutes when he saw the cushion. Sometimes Dick could be…a dick.)
***
Bruce was alone in the Batcave when word came in about what had happened to Finch. As he looked over to the cushion proudly displayed in one of the glass cases (Dick’s idea of a joke) he felt a black rage welling up within him. He would go to New York and help John get their friend back. This audacious woman didn’t know who she was messing with.