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Bonus 1: Bruce

Location: Gotham- Joe's Diner

"Think he'll show," Dick asked Barbara, as he stirred his coffee.

"He'll show," Barbara said.

"How do you know," Dick asked.

"It's Bruce," Barbara said.

"Good answer," Bruce himself said, from behind Dick.

"Dinah is right. That is creepy," Dick said, as Bruce sat down.

"So what's this about," Bruce asked, after asking a waitress for coffee.

"What do ya' mean," Barbara asked.

"Neither of you have called for us all to go get something to eat in years," Bruce said, "It's not my birthday; neither of you are getting married or got a promotion; Barbara isn't pregnant...You're not pregnant, right?"

"No," Barbara said, putting her hands up like he'd just pointed a gun at her.

"Then give me one good reason for all this," Bruce said.

"So we just waited to see you," Alive. Barbara said, smiling and thought.

"Hmm," Bruce said, as the waitress handed him his coffee.

"You're suspicious," Barbara said.

"He's always suspicious," Dick said.

"I am, but I'll let it pass today," Bruce said, "Today, in general, has been suspicious."

"How so," Dick asked, putting his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his fists.

~JUSTICE LEAGUE~

Location: Gotham- Wayne Manor

"Good evening, Master Bruce," Alfred said, as Bruce came inside.

"Evening, Alfred," Bruce said, taking off his jacket.

"How was meeting Master Richard and Miss Barbara," Alfred asked.

"Odd...they're hiding something," Bruce said.

"You said the same thing about your associates after your morning meeting today," Alfred said.

"They're all hiding something, I know it," Bruce said, walking toward his office and pouring himself a drink.

"And you do hate when people are hiding things from you," Alfred said.

"Yes, I do," Bruce said.

"Well then, sir, I'm sorry to that that who is waiting in the den will add another clink in your day," Alfred said, opening the door off of Bruce's office, and out walked a woman with long brown hair, wearing a black dress with red suit jacket.

"Talia," Bruce said.

"Beloved," Talia greeted.

"What are you going here," Bruce asked.

"We need to talk," Talia said.

"About why everyone has been acting odd," Bruce asked.

"Do you suspect something already," Talia said.

"Well, you know me, Talia. I suspect everything," Bruce said.

"Yes, that's an admirable trait for an detective. And also, I suspect, the reason your relationships never end in marriage," Talia said.

"Really? And all this time, I thought it was because I'm a bastard," Bruce said, "What is this about, Talia. No games."

"Our future…your daughter…my past…our son," Talia said, moving to seat on the couch on the far side of the room.


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