AN: I have been neglecting my writing for the past two weeks... So I decided to get back in the game and post another drabble!

This is in the Dark Knight universe as well and I should warn you these drabbles just sort of come to me... So do not expect them to be in order.

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Bruce Wayne has never really thought of himself as a scholarly man, which many say is very un-Thomas Wayne…but he can live with that. He is unlike his father in many ways and he has come to accept this. He does enjoy the occasional book when he has the rarity that is free time, but for the most part his 'degree' is in 'physical education.'

He especially couldn't be scholarly when he is his public self. It would ruin his image if Bruce Wayne were to walk into the library and check out a book that is above his assumed third grade reading level.

So to keep his appearance he is sitting in a very important meeting with LSI holdings with an important Asian man named Lau, who he is only doing business with to get a closer look at his books, playing some racing game he recently purchased for just this occasion. His main reason for the purchase was to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn't fall asleep in another meeting.

His fingers are moving quickly over the keys of his sleek phone and most of his attention is being held by the game quenching his competitive thirsts and he is just about to be the high score that the phone set for him. The rest of his attention span is keeping tabs on the meeting around him.

Then his phone vibrates loudly with a new text message.

He curses inwardly knowing that his game ended as soon as the message came through. He sighs opening it, ignoring the annoyed looks from a few of the members of his board. He is especially annoyed by the sender…

Tony Stark

He glares at the text message which reads:

Hey buddy, I know you're in a meeting… Did I ruin your high score again?

Bruce doesn't even bother responding to his friend as he leans back in the plush leather chair, he is too sullen to start a new game so he decides to actually pay full attention to the meeting.

This is no easy feat because his eyelids begin to grow heavy as he leans back even farther in his chair, propping his legs up on the empty chair beside him. He goes to blink, but the darkness pulls too hard and his eyes do not reopen…

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