Texts From Gotham
A Word: Ibid.
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(860): Someone the age of your son tried to go home with me from the bar last night
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It's worrying that it takes Bruce a good two minutes to place the number as Queen's. It's less worrying figuring out how Green Arrow got his number in the first place.
Clark. The answer is always Clark when it comes to these things.
The implications and logical follow through on them, however, are down right terrifying. Bruce sits in his office for an hour, phone in hand, debating how badly he needs to know that person did not succeed in following Queen home. Considering the fact that to get an answer he'd have to text Queen back and ask which one? The prospect of satisfying his curiosity sounds less and less appealing by the second.
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