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[cowled]

Characters: Bruce Wayne and open
Date: During the mis-spell event!
Location: Lots of places in Keeliai.
Situation: Bruce Wayne is an octogenarian. This ends about as well as you can expect.
Warnings/Rating: Warning for talk of heart issues, so if this bothers or triggers you lmk and I'll avoid it in any threads we do.

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[animosus]

[By now Hal has figured out how that his Green Lantern uniform is currently unavailable and to avoid running around in a villain's costume he'd have to go in his civvies aka he's wearing his flight jacket again. As long as he avoided people he knew it should be fine even if the grey on his temples should be a dead giveaway with his still (relatively) young face.

He's sitting on a bench and people watching when he notices Bruce. Instead of getting up however, he uses the ring to create a hand construct to pick it up for him. He figures if his identity was basically outed by that other him, he might as well make the most of it. A look in his direction will only get a wave.]

[cowled]

[INTERNAL SCREAMING FOREVER.

Excuse you, Hal, he's been deliberately avoiding you so that one night when he has to show up in your room to tell you to knock off whatever asinine behaviour you've come up with now it will be a surprise instead of. Whatever this is. Which is to say...

Bruce at a deliberate disadvantage. Always a situation he abhors. He'd rather go ten rounds with Bane. (He wouldn't, he's being melodramatic.)

He grips the cane quite firmly at having it returned to him, and then he bites the bullet, swallows his pride and stomps inelegantly over to where he's sitting.]

Jordan. A word.

[The voice, at least, is unmistakable.]

[animosus]

[Green Lanterns were known to be fearless and if it was anyone else in his position they might have made a quick excuse and made a run for it. However Hal wasn't going anywhere, there's just a brief look of surprise on his face as he realises who this is.

(Now if he was Guy, he'd probably start laughing. Instead he'll file this away to laugh about later)

Instead he straightens up and mostly hides his amusement, although that smirk isn't going anywhere.]

Hey, Bruce.

[cowled]

Your flippancy is noted.

[It's the High Society version of a snarl, okay.]

How's your-- duplicate holding up?

[That very slight pause is basically meant to be insulting. Bats and Lanterns generally don't get along at the best of times, but tiny!AU!Hal is a special qualification all his own. G'nort comes to mind, and it's not a positive comparison.]

[animosus]

[His smirk turns a little more thoughtful.]

Fine. [That other Hal seemed to be trying to keep his distance from him which he could understand considering the whole thing was rather disconcerting. The thought that he might have been a little condescending in comparing the two of them when they talked hadn't crossed his mind. Hal's not exactly aware of his own legacy.]

Kyle's training him.

[cowled]

You don't think that should be your responsibility?

[Oh, there is judgement there. Rather a lot of it, in fact. Kyle does tend to be the one cleaning up Hal's messes, so Bruce can't claim surprise, per se, but he's still annoyed on the boy's behalf.]

[animosus]

[Sheepishly:]

He's avoiding me.

[He has no idea why, but apparently that's what was going on.]

[cowled]

[He stares at Hal in something remarkably like disdain.]

And you're letting him.

[So flatly. It's not even a question. Bruce wishes he could say he's surprised about Hal's avoidance tactics, but. Who's he kidding, he's not.

Funny how much they resemble his own. Hypocritically speaking. Not that he'd ever admit it.]