open!

[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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[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.]