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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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[backinakidflash]

[He'll tell anyone the facts of anything if it comes up. Why should Batman be immune? Besides, his exposure to Bruce's obsessive I-must-know-everything side is fairly limited and mostly seen through experience with and of Tim. In short, he has no idea it's a misstep.]

I'll send Tim.

[Send. Not 'weasel it out of', although there will be a strong attempt at that. Bart looks downright pleased at this quick retort. Ha, you thought you were escaping teenage homecooking, didn't you, old man? Not that easily. Besides, sending will be best. It won't get cold that way, and everyone can agree that cold pasta is the devil.]

[cowled]

Tim knows better than to side against me.

[Is he seriously getting into an 'I know you are but what am I' style argument with an aged-up version of Bart Allen? Yes. He is. And he's too stubborn to back down from it, to boot. Actual adult Bruce Wayne.

He coughs.]

I appreciate the -- attempt at being helpful, Bart. But I'll manage without your ['interference'] food.

[He's not about to admit that his system wouldn't be able to handle anything that Bart considers 'food', anyway. It's all prune juice and string beans from here on out, k.]

[backinakidflash]

[Suuuuure, he does. Tim has done everything you ever said. He's never been influenced by his friends or let them do something that Batman Would Not Approve.]

Uh-huh.

[He's only half-listening, but that's OK because he's disregarding everything Bruce says. Quite blatantly.]

You can't stop me on this one. I don't care what happens to it after the drop off.

[That is the most depressing existence to resign yourself too. What if they made a flatbread tomato pie, really light on the cheese and spices? Surely, that would be okay. Old people love tomato juice.

[cowled]

[He didn't say he hasn't, only that he knows better. Which, truthfully, he does.

Bruce gives Bart the veritable glare of death, and says nothing for a long time. Then,]

Fine.

[It's not a surrender, it's a tactical retreat. He has better things to do than waste time arguing over this particular conversational venue.]