-I wrote this like two days ago and uploaded it on my account but didn't post it fer some reason, but just remembered and figured I should do it now.
Also, seriously, this was pain, it wasn't writing, it was like pulling the words out with a dead hammer. Gah. Second piece (bunny courtesy of Phantom because I was dead) is underway and soooooo much better.-
Okay so apparently I can't write. Want to, but can't. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? So here, have a shitty piece. There was a lot of "Creepy Shit Kids Say" things on tumblr the other night, I thought I'd give Bruce one of those moments with Dick.
Creepy Kids
The funeral had been for the uncle of one of Bruce's friends. A good man, if a little strange. A lot strange, really. Bruce had only met him once, but it had made quite an impression. Uncle Greggor, as his family called him, was anti-social hermit that lived on his own spot of land and enjoyed butchering his own food with an ax that he always had strapped to his belt. He stared disturbingly at everything and didn't own a single blood-stained free item of clothing, but he would make cookies for visiting family in a heartbeat and talk animatedly in any conversation.
After the service, Bruce invited his friend and parents to his mansion for tea and catching up. They took to Dick immediately, and the next two hours were filled with laughter and stories.
When it came time for them to head back home, Bruce and Dick stood at the door and waved them on their way.
"Well, that was nice," Bruce said with a smile. He hadn't talked to his friend in ages and it had been nice to catch up.
"Yeah, but the bloody guy with the ax was kinda creepy. I hope he makes it out of their trunk okay," Dick mused rather matter-of-factly before bouncing off to pester Alfred about supper.
It took Bruce several moments to process that. It took a few more before he darted back inside for the phone.
Children could be terrifying sometimes.