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sheridan2012-09-29 12:00 am
justicedriven) wrote in sheridan2012-09-29 12:00 am
making the guest list!
[It had to happen eventually. Bruce may love Lucrecia Crescent with his entire heart, but even that can't save him from the agony of making a guest list for their wedding. They ran in completely different social circles - he barely knew her friends, and vice-versa - so it made sense that they'd have to figure out who to cut and who to keep.
Only problem was, Bruce didn't really want to do this. He'd hire someone else if she weren't so insistent about doing it herself. So he's set a station at their dining table and asked Alfred to bring them tea and biscotti while they worked.]
We were planning to cap the wedding to around 250 people at most, right? I think any more would be outlandish. [It's more like big weddings bore him - how many of those people would really care for him, anyhow? They just wanted the free food.]
Only problem was, Bruce didn't really want to do this. He'd hire someone else if she weren't so insistent about doing it herself. So he's set a station at their dining table and asked Alfred to bring them tea and biscotti while they worked.]
We were planning to cap the wedding to around 250 people at most, right? I think any more would be outlandish. [It's more like big weddings bore him - how many of those people would really care for him, anyhow? They just wanted the free food.]
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[She sighs happily and goes back to the invitation ordering form--she raises her head once more, face a little more serious, like she wants to say something important. She's not exactly sure what. Maybe acknowledging how hard this must be for him? How she's glad he hasn't requested she be thrown out? Eh, all that sounds a little campy to say to a boy his age.]
But either way, you can relax: I definitely won't be taking over meal prep here.
/ignore the masked icon
In some aspects, Tim really is worse than Bruce.] Then what are you planning on taking over? [It's said jokingly, meant to be reassuring even though he's incredibly suspicious.] It's not like we've got a giant lab in our house or anything.
But it's so cuuuuuute.
[She wiggles her eyebrows, shucking her shoes and tucking her legs up under her as she fills out order forms.]
[It's always odd to her, to watch the boys try to relax--all the boys, grown or not. They do the male version of some of the gestures she does, very conscious, forced casual motions. At least he's trying? That's good, right? Unless he really does hate her and he doesn't want her to know.]
I promise to keep staying out of your way--it's not like we need to know more about each other's business than we care to, right?
if you say so c:
Wasn't Earth enough of a planet? Why'd she want to go up against the entire Green Lantern Corps too? Did she have---wait.
Did she just say she'd stay out of his way? Step-moms aren't supposed to do that.] Really? I uh. Thank... you?
[He coughs.] It's okay, really. Bruce knows more about my business than I do sometimes.
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[Lucy is tearing up a piece of scrap paper, folding it into little origami stars. One of the silly little things Hojo taught her to do before he decided to turn on her.]
But he's also your father. I'm... nothing, really. Except the insidious Ice Queen who stole his heart.
[She tries to smile, but the mood is fading. Her brows knit as she starts flicking stars--trying not to hit him, but sending a few that direction by accident.]
Bruce has clearly been a wonderful influence on you. Most efforts I make will just undo that, and put the house into unrest. Whatever wars are being fought outside, I just don't think we should bring it home with us.
[That was... painfully honest. Moreso than she meant to be. It was a confession of fears about her potential parenting, and a vulnerable insight into her own background.]
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[She hit it on the nose for Tim, but she certainly misjudged Dick if that's the case. Dick was always the more trusting of the two, plus Dick just... well, he relied on his instincts more than Tim. Tim'd always preferred hard, cold evidence. He catches a few paper stars in his hand and stares down at them.]
You don't have to be our mother, Lucrecia. Dick and I're old enough to take care of ourselves. [he presses his lips together] But I wouldn't say you're "nothing," either. Bruce loves you for a lot of reasons, and while I may not know them, I trust his judgment almost as much as I trust mine.
... Plus, you make pretty cool paper stars. If you've got time, you should show us how to make them.
This is starting to feel really sweet.
Well, no, but... Yes, you're right, he--but even I don't... Ah. Never, um... never mind, then.
[Lucy smiles just a bit, tremulously, more naturally. She hesitates just a moment, then slides a strip of paper towards him.]
Someone once told me if you make one thousand of these, you get to make a wish. I was up to 857 once, but then I... lost them.
[Set them on fire. In Hojo's trashcan. It was a messy break up.]
It's really easy. You basically just start like this.
[She pushes her strip to the middle of the table, make exaggerated, slow versions of the first few folds.]
Tim can be nice sometimes!
Tim stares down at the paper before awkwardly putting his hands near it.] Kind of like the paper cranes? Except with stars?
[He's familiar with the Japanese legends; he's just not familiar with the star variant. Still, he watches her closely before he attempts to mimic her motions.
Tim's clearly not the fighter - it takes him a few tries before his paper looks remotely like hers. Even then, it's scratched and almost to the point of disarray.]
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[She smiles, hiding a laugh at his attempt when she looks up from folding her own.]
That's about how mine started out--which means you could be pretty awesome at this. The stars at least. I never did learn anything else in origami.
[Nor did she learn many of the legends, truthfully. The stars just stuck in her mind because of how much love she had for the real ones. Anything else was just the random things Hojo mentioned in the rare times they actually talked about something personal.]
So now you know one of my few and pathetic hobbies. What are yours?
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Then of course, she has to ask him about his favorite hobbies. Does she want to bond with him, or is she looking for a weakness that she can exploit later?] Uh...
I play a lot of video games, I guess - the kind you can bring on your phone? [He fishes out his phone and shows her his current obsession, Angry Birds.] I played console games too, but there's not much time for those when I work with Bruce most nights.
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I love those games! Have you played Plants versus Zombies? They're all so cute. Even the one with the robot unicorn--Vincent showed me that one. I'm no good at it, though.
... Really, really not good at it.
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Robot Unicorn Attack? Yeah, it's not as easy as it looks. [There's a split second where he looks torn, before he gives into his kindness and asks:] ... If you want, I could show you how to play.
Later, that is. It looks like you're kinda busy with invitations.
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Hmm?
[She looks back up from signing some papers and studies him. This really is going far better than she expected. Bruce will be happy! She's happy! Her face tugs in another smile.] That's really... sweet. We should sometime.
I mean, I know you're busy, too, but a few minutes--that would be nice.
/and it's a wrap?
... Or it's proof that Tim's paranoia has reached new heights. One of the two. He rises to his feet, double-checking that he's got everything before he takes the paper star into his hand and tosses it into the air.]
I don't usually have nights off, but I can squeeze in something before patrols - plus, you should know how to reach me.