This is my first story on here. Please do not be gentle. Feedback of all kinds is good. Let me know how I'm doing. This is a one-shot.
Bruce Wayne does not get bored easily.
But if you put him in the boardroom of Wayne Tower, he'll be out like a light.
Compared to being Batman, listening to a group of spoiled, arrogant, egotistical, cheating rich kids who never grew up should be easy. Hint: not.
Bruce has Lucius, so this shouldn't really be an issue. Logically, then, he doesn't have to attend a single meeting, right?
Wrong.
Enter William Earle. Earle threatens to force Bruce out of the company if he doesn't go. ("Bruce, you think they didn't notice that bored look on your face last week? You were like a young child who had been dragged there. Add to that any perceived recalcitrance and your attendance record, or lack thereof and...Well, let's just say that your father might be a bit disappointed if there are no Waynes involved in Wayne Enterprises.")
Scumbag. Deserves a mouthful of batarang.
Nevertheless, he can't provide much economic help (or support his nightly, ahem, "pursuits") outside of the company, so about once a month, twice if Earle yells, Bruce rolls out of bed, crawls to the closet, (painfully) pulls on one of his many tailored suits, and walks to Wayne Tower. Yes, walks. He wouldn't dare waste any gas for those greedy fat cats.
At some point, he finds his feet on the newly carpeted floor of the boardroom and his butt in a black, high-backed rolling chair whose leather alone costs five hundred dollars.
"Bruce, how nice to see you. It's been a while." Earle. Son of a gun.
"Likewise, William." Bruce tries not to grimace.
As it turned out, everyone had been waiting for Bruce and now the meeting began. The usual arguing, snide remarks, sneers, sarcasm, veiled insults, outright insults, and all other things that go on in a Gotham City boardroom. Bruce never wishes for the Joker to break out of Arkham.
Unless, of course, he's forced to sit in one of those asinine meetings.