"So, if he does know more about this League than he's letting on," Lucius said to Adriana over and afternoon coffee. "He hasn't said anything to me about it."
"Mmm.." Adriana said, only half listening.
"Something on your mind?" he asked.
Adriana shook her head and Lucius gave her a look.
"Okay...fine," Adriana said, looking over her shoulder, even though they were alone. "I had a...really weird dream last night."
"Well," Lucius said. "Whater it was...it was after all, just a dream."
"Yeah but it was really," Adriana said and rubbed her forehead. "Bruce and I...we were together...and Jack was there."
Adriana took a deep breath.
"What I mean is.." she said, wondering if she needed to explain further but Lucius raised a hand, stopping her.
Adriana started to shake her head.
"Sorry," she apologized, knowing that it was something he did not want to picture. "I wish I could wash my brain out. I can't believe I dreamed that."
"Well, we cannot control what we dream, even if we are aware that we are dreaming," Lucius said. "And we do things in dreams that we would never partake in, normally."
"That's true," Adriana said. "Let's talk about something else. Like your business trip to Barcelona. How was it? "
"Barcelona is a beautiful city, but I am sure you know that very well," he said.
"Yes," Adriana said. "I went there many times when I was younger. My dad has some family there."
"It's especially beautiful this time of year," Lucius said.
"Yup, not too hot," Adriana smiled. "Bruce, Arsenio and I should go on a vacation soon. Maybe. I mean we've never taken Arsenio on a trip."
"He's two," Lucius said. "That combined with keeping him out of the public eye. So, it makes sense you haven't vacationed as a family yet."
"I'll talk to Bruce about it later," Adriana said. "When he's done his therapy and meditations and whatever they have him doing over in the west wing for ten hours a day."
"I am surprised he is still continuing with the rehab," Lucius said. "Given the results of his drug tests."
"Dr. Kapoor said that the tests don't mean that he doesn't need rehab," Adriana shrugged. "Just that, he might be finished sooner than anticipated."
"That is good to hear."
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"What exactly were they after?" Commissioner Gordon asked Shade.
"Adderall," she told him. "And who knows what else."
She had just detained three men who had broken into a biopharmaceutical company building.
"They would have gotten away if you weren't here," Gordon said, thanking her.
"Since their getaway vehicle was a Tundra," Shade said with a laugh. "I think you would have caught up to them easily."
Gordon was squinting at her. "Your laugh," he said. "It's familiar."
She smiled and backed away. "Goodnight Commissioner."
"Thank you for your help tonight, Shade," he said as she left.
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"How long were you laughing?" Bruce asked Adriana.
