p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanAfter that day Oswald stopped leaving the house. He mostly stayed at home, alone in his room until Bruce came home. As soon as Bruce walked in, Oswald was by his side. Most of the time it was actually pleasant./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOne day Bruce woke up, got dressed, and began searching the mansion for the other man. He found him in one of the studies./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOswald was laid out in a chair, reading a big thick brown book, way too close to his face. "Oz, I have a question."/span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanThe thinner man did not look up from the book. "Fire away." He blankly stated before turning a page. "Why haven't you been leaving as much? I mean it used to be everyday and yet, you haven't left in about a week." Bruce looked at the reflective surface in the mantel./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOswald's eyebrows came together. "Are you saying you want me to leave, Wayne?" There was hint of harshness in his tone. The billionaire took in a sharp intake of breath. It felt like a kick to the shin, when Oz calls him that. "Cause I can leave. I just need hear the words from the king, Bruce Wayne, himself."/span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce sighed and shook his head. "Oz, don't be like this. I only meant that it's a little weird to see you here all the time. I gotten used to seeing you coming in at ungodly hours drunk out your mind." A silence filled the room. It went on for what seemed like forever./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanThe billionaire decided to leave. He turned around, walked to the door, and opened it, when a hand grabbing his arm made him stop. "I'm sorry, Brucie. I'm not usually like this. Most of the time I don't give two shits if people want me there or not. For some reason, you make me on edge. I swear, I'll try not to say things like that again. You'll tell me when you want me gone, after all. So, don't go, I mean unless you have important business to attend to…" Oswald rumbled on./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"span"The reason I stopped going out was because I realized something, I did. I came here to get reconnected with you. How could I reconnect with you, if I was always going out, getting drunk and getting into fights… The answer is I can't. So, I stopped." His voice cracked a little bit near the end./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce sighed and turned around to face the other. "I actually am busy today. I just wanted to let you know I'll probably be back late tonight." Oswald face fell low, "Okay, I better not keep you here. Have a good day, Brucie." He let go of the other's sleeve and dragged himself back to the chair with the book he was reading still lying open upon it./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce shook his head and took a step out the door before pausing. "Hey, Oz." The billionaire glanced behind him. Oswald was already buried in that book. "I don't think I have anything to do tomorrow. Do you want to go somewhere, I mean with me?" A few seconds of silence. "Where are we going?" He's still hiding behind the book. "I don't know, we'll figure it out. Later, Oswald." "Later, Bruce." There was an undoubtable saddness in his voice./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOne day Bruce woke up, got dressed, and began searching the mansion for the other man. He found him in one of the studies./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOswald was laid out in a chair, reading a big thick brown book, way too close to his face. "Oz, I have a question."/span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanThe thinner man did not look up from the book. "Fire away." He blankly stated before turning a page. "Why haven't you been leaving as much? I mean it used to be everyday and yet, you haven't left in about a week." Bruce looked at the reflective surface in the mantel./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanOswald's eyebrows came together. "Are you saying you want me to leave, Wayne?" There was hint of harshness in his tone. The billionaire took in a sharp intake of breath. It felt like a kick to the shin, when Oz calls him that. "Cause I can leave. I just need hear the words from the king, Bruce Wayne, himself."/span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce sighed and shook his head. "Oz, don't be like this. I only meant that it's a little weird to see you here all the time. I gotten used to seeing you coming in at ungodly hours drunk out your mind." A silence filled the room. It went on for what seemed like forever./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanThe billionaire decided to leave. He turned around, walked to the door, and opened it, when a hand grabbing his arm made him stop. "I'm sorry, Brucie. I'm not usually like this. Most of the time I don't give two shits if people want me there or not. For some reason, you make me on edge. I swear, I'll try not to say things like that again. You'll tell me when you want me gone, after all. So, don't go, I mean unless you have important business to attend to…" Oswald rumbled on./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"span"The reason I stopped going out was because I realized something, I did. I came here to get reconnected with you. How could I reconnect with you, if I was always going out, getting drunk and getting into fights… The answer is I can't. So, I stopped." His voice cracked a little bit near the end./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce sighed and turned around to face the other. "I actually am busy today. I just wanted to let you know I'll probably be back late tonight." Oswald face fell low, "Okay, I better not keep you here. Have a good day, Brucie." He let go of the other's sleeve and dragged himself back to the chair with the book he was reading still lying open upon it./span/p
p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"spanBruce shook his head and took a step out the door before pausing. "Hey, Oz." The billionaire glanced behind him. Oswald was already buried in that book. "I don't think I have anything to do tomorrow. Do you want to go somewhere, I mean with me?" A few seconds of silence. "Where are we going?" He's still hiding behind the book. "I don't know, we'll figure it out. Later, Oswald." "Later, Bruce." There was an undoubtable saddness in his voice./span/p