First World Problems [Kimber/Invite]
Jul 7, 2013 22:00:33 GMT -6
Post by Silv on Jul 7, 2013 22:00:33 GMT -6
Richard Grayson, ward of the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne, fiddled with his cufflinks as the car he was in made it's way towards the event center. He had met Bruce at the airport and they had spent the past twenty minutes or so attempting to avoid each other while also confined within about a six foot square space. Alfred would have found it hilarious. Dick just found it uncomfortable.
He had told the Titans that Batman had sent him off on a mission. That was true in a sense. But this was the sort of mission that Robin would like to pretend didn't exist. He was going to a social function. It was part of his duty, Bruce had told him, in order to keep up their facade. Dick just thought it was dumb. But then again, Dick was a teenager. He had a low opinion of a lot of things.
The car came to a stop outside of the event center and Bruce gestured for Dick to slide out of the car first. The boy took one look at the twinkling lights, which was a combination of camera flashing and actual twinkle lights before he took a steadying breath and opened the car door. The once muffled noise of the crowds smashed into the young ward and he winced slightly as an overly ecstatic woman with too much blush snapped his photo.
Suddenly Bruce was behind him, a steadying hand guiding him through the claustrophobic crowds that were shooting rapid fire questions at the two males. They wanted to know about Dick's schooling in Jump City. They wanted to know about Bruce's love life. They wanted to know all sorts of things that they would never get to.
Dick smiled and walked on through them. It was just a performance and Dick was a performer.
Once they were inside and the doors had closed behind them, muffling once again the noise of the crowds outside, Dick felt Bruce's warm hand on his shoulder give a comforting squeeze before withdrawing. The two men didn't look at each other as the elder walked past and his young ward shuffled after.
Inside the place was set with a good number of round tables set with shining dishware and extravagant floral displays. The boy's blue gaze slid around the room as he followed Bruce. Someone had called his mentor over, and Dick had to restrain himself to keep from rolling his eyes as he followed. These events were probably the most boring things ever. And now he was a teenager so he was expected to go to them, and worst of all behave.
Dick shuffled to a stop behind Bruce and stared petulantly at the man's broad back. He didn't expect Bruce to pay him any attention. He was surprised, however, when Bruce moved to the side, revealing an elderly man. “Dick, this is one of my associates, Arthur. He has a granddaughter about your age.”
Because that would make this so much better. But Dick said nothing and simply smiled.
He had told the Titans that Batman had sent him off on a mission. That was true in a sense. But this was the sort of mission that Robin would like to pretend didn't exist. He was going to a social function. It was part of his duty, Bruce had told him, in order to keep up their facade. Dick just thought it was dumb. But then again, Dick was a teenager. He had a low opinion of a lot of things.
The car came to a stop outside of the event center and Bruce gestured for Dick to slide out of the car first. The boy took one look at the twinkling lights, which was a combination of camera flashing and actual twinkle lights before he took a steadying breath and opened the car door. The once muffled noise of the crowds smashed into the young ward and he winced slightly as an overly ecstatic woman with too much blush snapped his photo.
Suddenly Bruce was behind him, a steadying hand guiding him through the claustrophobic crowds that were shooting rapid fire questions at the two males. They wanted to know about Dick's schooling in Jump City. They wanted to know about Bruce's love life. They wanted to know all sorts of things that they would never get to.
Dick smiled and walked on through them. It was just a performance and Dick was a performer.
Once they were inside and the doors had closed behind them, muffling once again the noise of the crowds outside, Dick felt Bruce's warm hand on his shoulder give a comforting squeeze before withdrawing. The two men didn't look at each other as the elder walked past and his young ward shuffled after.
Inside the place was set with a good number of round tables set with shining dishware and extravagant floral displays. The boy's blue gaze slid around the room as he followed Bruce. Someone had called his mentor over, and Dick had to restrain himself to keep from rolling his eyes as he followed. These events were probably the most boring things ever. And now he was a teenager so he was expected to go to them, and worst of all behave.
Dick shuffled to a stop behind Bruce and stared petulantly at the man's broad back. He didn't expect Bruce to pay him any attention. He was surprised, however, when Bruce moved to the side, revealing an elderly man. “Dick, this is one of my associates, Arthur. He has a granddaughter about your age.”
Because that would make this so much better. But Dick said nothing and simply smiled.