Meetings
I was eating breakfast with Bruce the boys were at school because it was Friday and today was their late day. Terry has football, Damian has wrestling, Tim had chess club and Jason had detention. Again. I was thinking to myself of ways to get Bruce to stay home and play with me. Alfred was fun, sometimes, but most of the time he's cleaning or grocery shopping. I help him sometimes...but cleaning is hard in such a big mansion and boring, I don't know how he does it.
"Bruce?" I asked turning to him.
He hummed in response as he continued to read the newspaper, not paying me much attention.
"Brrruuuccceee." I whined making him set down the paper.
"Yes Bluebell?" he asked sounding slightly annoyed, "what is it?"
I winced looking down at my plate, "Nevermind." I mumbled as I moved the syrup around on my plate slowly.
"I'm sorry Blue, I just-"
RRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!
I jumped as the doorbell rang out loudly interpreting Bruce.
RING RING RING RRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG RING RING RING
I looked at Bruce curiously as he sighed, shaking his head and got up to go to the door. I followed behind him curious of who it was. No one ever comes to the manor except for reporters and the commissioner. When we reached the door Alfred was already there letting two blonde men, one with a beard and one without, into the Manor. Two younger boys followed behind them, one hyperactive redhead who was looking at everything and rambling about something to the other, a moody looking blonde. I quickly hid behind Bruce's legs as he greeted the two men. Knowing I was there he shot me a quick smile and placed a comforting hand on my head as he talked to the two men.
"Hello , , how are you two fine gentlemen today?" he said using his 'Bruce-Wayne-the-party-goer-and-playboy' voice.
"Drop the act Wayne there's no reporters around." One of the men said.
"Yeah Brucie, we all friends here, right?" the other with a blonde beard asked, "Where's your newest brat anyways? That's the whole reason we're here and you know it."
I flinched hearing him refer to me, hoping that Bruce wouldn't give up my hiding spot.
"She's around here somewhere." He told them waving them off, I let out a small sigh of relief.
The three continued to talk and the two strange men seemed nice, I was about to introduce myself , mostly because of the look Alfred was sending me, when I heard the other two boys, remembering they were there.
"Stop it West!" The blonde responded holding the redheads, (West?), wrist.
"But Rrrrooooyyyyy," he whined, "are you sure you're not a robot? Like how could you be sure unless I find your switches and buttons." He said with a smile on his face as he stared rapidly poking the blonde, (Roy?), everywhere and anywhere while the blonde tried to grab his other wrist quickly growing angerier.
I giggled quietly until the blonde grabbed the redheads other wrist and twisted both back causing the redhead to cry out and me to crackle loudly. Both of the boys and the men stopped what they were doing to try and find where it came from.
"Come on Wayne, tell us where she is." the man with a blonde beard pleaded.
"Who are you?" I asked peeking from behind Bruce's legs startling the two men and the redheaded boy.
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Bluebird
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