Note/warning: Naughty talk
BS
"Dammit Bruce, that's the biggest pile of steaming BS I've heard from you in a long time—and that's saying a lot."
"Excuse me?" The answer was maddeningly calm, almost laconic and definitely apathetic.
"You heard me." Nightwing turned away, every line of his body radiating anger as he headed to the custom Ninja.
"Can I assume that you'll be at the stakeout later?" It was said as though the last hour's argument hadn't happened.
"Screw you." He straddled the bike. "Y'know something Batman? I've known for years that you were full of bullshit, but you know something? I was wrong; you're full up to your damn cowl ears in batshit."
The motorcycle's engine's roar faded, the smallest of almost smiles unseen.
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