So I have a bad case of ol' writers block..so I'm just writing a few drabbles. Some may be themed some might not. Enjoy! (Sorry if Bruce is OOC).
Also this is after Barry and Iris got divorced
First Date (Part 1)
Bruce sighed, sitting in the parlor of Wayne Manor and running a hand through his dark hair. Taking breaks isn't usually part of his daily routine, but Alfred insisted that Robin could do patrols on his own, therefore almost forcing Bruce to relax.
With no music on, only the sounds of slight clicks from the grandfather clock in the same room Bruce looked around at the parlor. Books after books that he's either read, or hasn't had time to even pick up. He stood up slowly, glancing over the different titles on the shelves.
'Moby Dick, Black Beauty, Going Bovine…'
He's collected so many over the years that he doesn't even know which to read first. He was about to reach for a random book before he felt his phone vibrate. He unlocked his phone, reading the message from Barry Allen, also known as the Flash.
'Hey Bruce! I was in Gotham and I was wondering if you wanted to meet up"
Bruce arched an eyebrow, wondering why the speedster wanted to hang out all of a sudden. In the absence of an activity, he quickly sent..
'Would love to. Where do you want to go?'
On the other end of the conversation the tall, blonde male leaned against the outside of a restaurant. His green eyes staring at his phone as he switched in between apps out of boredom.
"Sports….stocks...why do I even have the Tips app….Apple sucks…" He thought before he felt the vibration of his phone. He quickly typed a response to Bruce's text
"I'm in front of this place in Cherry Hill...think you can make it?"
He leaned his head on the wall, patiently waiting for Bruce to respond.
A few seconds later he felt his phone buzz again.
'Yeah. Just give me a few minutes'
The blonde's smile perked up substantially, texting a quick thank you before returning to his previous relaxed position.
Back at Wayne Manor Bruce walked upstairs to change out of his house clothes. He opted for a white t-shirt, a black fleece jacket, jeans and black sneakers. He checked his hair and face in the mirror before walking out to his car.
On the drive there Bruce found himself in deep thought, wondering why the Speedster wanted to meet up. Or even why he was in Gotham in the first place.
'Relax Bruce...he's your friend of course he wants to visit' He thought.
Bruce actually really enjoyed Barry's company. He was positive enough to counteract his more serious nature, yet intelligent enough to hold up decent conversation. He honestly wondered why Iris left him.
As soon as Bruce pulled up in front of the restaurant he looked over at Barry, who was still hanging outside. Green jacket, grey shirt, dark jeans and sneakers...oddly simple compared to his usual outfit of conflicting yellow and red.
Barry smiled and waved at Bruce as he exited the car. "Hey Bruce! How's it going?" He said, extending a hand for him to shake
"Honestly I was a bit bored at home...Richard is on duty today and I finished the extra work I had to do..so I've been a bit lonely.." He said, shaking the others hand firmly
"Well that's why I invited you out..cmon I heard this place was good" He said, guiding the other man inside.
They sat at a table near the window, idly chatting about work not related to league events.
"..and turns out the hand soap used to clean the blood off the shoe was the same one in the victim's kitchen.." Barry said, silently hoping the story wasn't too boring.
Bruce didn't say much throughout the conversation, he simply looked at the other male's features. They were much softer..friendlier than his. He seemed to have a permanent smile on his face and it was..refreshing.
"..Bruce? Bruce?" Barry said, waving a hand in front of his face. Bruce blinked and snapped back to attention, surprised to not see anger cross the other man's features, but a light laugh instead. "What? Did I have food on my face?"
"No...I was just...distracted with something.." Bruce said, his gaze never really leaving.