Letting Velma take to the stairs first, Bruce was expecting her to brighten up as they rose to a new floor of possibilities. And well, hopefully the model kits that Fred might appreciate as a bribe were up here. But oddly enough, her face did have a moment of cheer with the expanse of the new level to explore. But in seconds, her face fell. Her brows scrunching to hide behind her glasses rim, and her facial expression crinkling in on itself. Her whole body dropped down, her shoulders slumping as she reacted to something.

Having a moment of panic, Bruce wasn't sure what was happening. The stairs were fine, but now she was looking like someone kicked her in the gut. Having caused her to look like that before when she found out about everything in his office. He didn't want to see her make that expression again.

"Are you ok?"

Turning to him with a snap of her head, he saw a pained look on her face before she tried to shake it off. Bringing up her hands to shake them defensively in front of her. Turning her head away from him to hide her expression as she tried to gather herself.

"W-what, no... I'm fine. It's nothing. It's nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing."

"It's fine. Everything is fine. Not a big deal." She tried to reassure him. But it made him stress even more. Not knowing what had happened to make her behave like that. Was it something he did? Reaching over to try to bring up her hood, to let her have that escape if she needed it, he was surprised when she jerked up to tug the cloth out of his hands. But then another wash of panic, and moved to apologize for pulling the material out of his hands.

"I'm sorry, it's just-."
"Did I do something? Let me know if I did, or didn't do something."
"No-no-no. It's not that... Ugh."

Grabbing him by the arms, the small woman tugged the giant sulking puppy that was Bruce over to the side. Over to an area nearby which had a small bench for them to sit in, but it was slightly out of view for prying eyes. She had to all but sit on him, to get him to plunk into the seat, taking up a spot beside him. His expression was troubled and he felt like he broke something and didn't know what had happened. Earning her a sigh which he watched in confusion. Hoping she would let him know what was going on and how he could fix it.

"Ok, listen to me. You did nothing wrong and you don't need to fix anything-"
"-but I-"
"No buts. Let me explain. You see what we are near?"

Not having paid attention to what was on the walls, Bruce was too busy looking at her to have noticed. He managed to wrench his worried eyes from her, to see that they were in the model train section. The various ones that tended to be on tracks that would loop a Christmas tree or become apart of elaborate landscapes in some gentleman's den or attic. Overly decorated and costing a decent amount for a hobby. Though a small part of him was glad that they seemed to be close to their destination, as this was also a type of Model. But he still lost at what the model trains had to do with her saddened expression.

Placing her hand on his face, she gently pulled his chin to lock eyes with her. Squishing his cheeks to make him look at her. Taking a deep breath in before huffing it out to talk.

"Many years ago, I was working on something that required me to find out about trains, their schematics, and specifications. Not being an expert in that field, I sought out a gentleman who was. I managed to have found a specialist, renowned in his field. And he was able to assist me with my project. Spending long hours over conversation to learn what I needed to know, and we continue to talk even when I was done researching. We became friends. Pen pals even, that also sometimes chatted online at times. I knew him for many years. He went by the pen name of Railroadnut, or RRnut. But we lost touch a while back. And sadly, through someone else we knew, I found out that he had died suddenly. Though it was several years later before I even knew what had happened to him."

Not pulling out of her hands, Bruce listened. His worry softening as she told her story. And his chest ached as she seemed to start to tear up telling him the story.

"I never met him, but I felt his loss. He had been a friend, and he was gone too soon. He wasn't that much older then me. So, when ever I see a model train, I think of him. Having now a soft spot for them. So no. It was nothing you did, and sorry to be a downer. But I called him friend, and miss our conversations."

"Oh my Velma. I'm sorry. But thank you for sharing."

Pulling up a hand, he over lapped one of hers on his cheeks. Giving it a supportive squeeze. A small part of him was glad he hadn't done anything wrong to make her feel that way. But he knew how it hurt to lose friends and loved ones. Wishing he could do more for her. He thought of something, but... Well he wanted to ask permission first.

"May I?"

Reaching out his unoccupied arm, he wanted to give her a hug. Offering it but not wanting to complete it without her permission. But still weary for trying not to cross any line or if she was even in a mood after that story to even want a hug. He watched as she rolled her eyes at him with a smile, and shook her head at him bemused. Before giving him a sniffy nod for his request, willing to accept his offered hug. Releasing his face so he could wrap his arm around her to pull her into him on the bench, trying to tuck her head into his chest. Using his other arm to wrap around her front as he leaned his head on the top of hers. He let her sniffle for a little bit, trying to reassure as much as he could without bear hugging her due to his strength and urgency to make her feel better. Giving her the lightest touch. Seconds ticked by before a small voice came from his chest.

"... I'm ruining your perfectly good silk shirt."
"It's a noble sacrifice."

Bruce chuckled tenderly at her, loosing up and letting her pull away slightly. She started to paw at her eyes, pushing up her glasses with the edge of her hoodie sleeves. Using the material to blot at her puffy eyes. Making him dig through his chest pocket to pull out his handkerchief and offer it to her. She regarded it with hesitation, and then up at him. Seeming to be weary to take it from his hand.

"I-I couldn't. It looks nice... And expensive."

"Don't worry about it. It will just match the shirt." Bruce joked, trying to make her feel better with his jest. A bit of a relief when he heard her laugh at it. Accepting his offer from his hand.

'God, she is even cute when she has been crying...'

"You also have the water in your bag," Bruce mentioned as well. "In case it might help clean up your face if you think you could use the cooler water? Or we can find out if this place has a bathroom if you need?"

"I think I am ok. I just. Well. I'll make sure I wash this." She spoke to him, dabbing at the corners, and casting him a hesitating look before giving the light toot into the cloth to clear her nose. He wanted to grab it from her, not minding a little mess on it. It would get cleaned anyway in the wash. But she quickly tucked it into a side pocket of the bag he had gotten her. Rubbing the corner of one eye, she seemed to check if she had anything left to clean up. Keeping one arm slightly around her, he left her to rest there. Wanting her to take her time and they were in no rush to get up and to keep going.

"Did he have a favorite train?"
"Yeah, but I sadly have forgotten which it was. I feel bad."
"Well, you still think of him, and that is important."
"Yeah. When ever I see a train, it reminds me of our conversations."

Kissing the top of her head, he laid the side of his face on her hair. "I bet he is happy you remember him."

"Thanks... Well, we should keep going."
"You good? We can sit here longer if you need?"

Patting his leg, she nodded lightly. "I'm ok. Thank you for listening."

"Any time. Well, let's hope that model trains means that model cars are nearby as well. Or we will have to think of a new present for Fred if we can't find anything here."

It didn't make any sense that a hobby store wouldn't have any model cars, planes or other military vehicles. So, since they hadn't seen them downstairs. It made sense that if there was model trains, then the other scaled transportation counterparts would be on this floor as well.

Following after Velma once she got up, they continued their search. Wandering through the more decoration section for the model trains. From foam blocks to carve for making mountains, to miniature people to populate various scenes a hobbyist might come up with for towns. Baker, conductor, or mom walking her baby. They had a massive collection of posed little figures to make any scene come alive. As well as small props, trees and bushes, even pets!

"Aw, this one looks like Scooby." Bruce pointed out, as there was a Great Dane looking dog as one of the minis. Which earned Velma leaning over and squinting at it, sizing up the small dog piece. Tilting her head as she looked at it, she soon shook her head at the small model replica. Snorting at the miniature before commenting.

"Hmm... Too elegant looking. Great Dane, yes. But not mine. He's not got an elegant bone in his body. He drools all over the place, farts like a monster, and falls asleep like a corpse splattered on the floor. That's MY Great Dane. I don't think they will carry that." She said tossing her hands in the air and turning her back on the mini.

"But you wouldn't trade him for the world, right?"

"Oh Please! The world isn't worth that much." Which just earned a laugh with how quickly Velma just shot down the whole world over her big dumb dog.

'As she should.' Bruce thought with relief on her snarky comment. She might not be feeling all the way better, but it seemed to be less lingering. Not to make light of the loss, but it's best to not hold on to it to tightly, for ones own sanity. Something he needed to be reminded of. So, it was nice to see her joking around about Scooby.

Bruce was a dog person. He was looking forward to once the gang knew, that he would be allowed to kidnap Scooby from time to time. Over the few mysteries he's work with the Dane, he can't say he didn't want to give the dog a hug, pat or a good round of scratches for his good detective work and dedication. But that would ruin the image of Batman, making him forcefully resist the temptation. But if he was dating part of the gang, he would be then allowed to offer affection towards Scooby all he wanted to as Bruce. And, when ever he wanted to! Might have to include Velma, just so the others don't get suspicious of him wanting to kidnap just the dog for company. And with her last response, he figured she would understand fully his request.

But that was a conversation for another day.

"Well, I guess let's try the next aisle?"

Looping back and forth through the rows, they slowly made their way past various products. Though he didn't miss the lights in Velma's eyes had, once they turned around the corner and found the more science kits. Rock tumblers, robots and the scientific doodads littered the wall. He even spotted a mini volcano kit. But Velma just tucked her head in her hood and moved on. Under her breath he could hear her murmur to herself about 'not now' and 'maybe later' giving him a mental note to find a hobby store later, for her to shop at her own leisure and for herself. Trying not to snicker at her acceptance of later, rather then her telling herself no flat out. Giving him more opportunities later to spoil her with things she liked.

With the Science wall past, the pair was able to finally come across the shelves that were littered with vehicle model kits. Tucked in the back corner on one side of the store; they had finally found all the cars, trucks, spaceships and more! The racks were packed to the brim, and not only several boxes deep, but also boxes stacked on top of one another. And there wasn't too much organization in most of the spots. One one side was capped off at the end with the more foot tall models of figures from movies. Like famous movie monsters from classic cinema.

"Ah, Dracula. I have fought one of these. I think it was only one... Can only recall one off the top of my head." Bruce chuckled as he picked up the box to look at the details. It was the classic Bela Lugosi look, from the universal monsters collection. And behind him was the Wolfman and the Mummy.

"I wonder which Dracula that was." Velma leaned around him to peer at the box, before looking up at him. "There are several. It's a clan family name, not really an individual name."

"Oh? You've met a Dracula too?"

"Yes, him and his daughter at a Reunion once time. We were invited to it through Shaggy, who apparently was Gym teacher to a group of Ghoulish Girls at a private all girls school when he was younger. It was when the gang was kinda split up and doing their own things for a bit. I did my apprenticeship at NASA at the time, and was looking into purchasing my bookshop."

"I mean, I figure teenagers are hard, but you don't have to call them 'ghoulish'."

"No, no like the girls were real monsters. Legit ghouls. As well as the teachers, well except Shaggy at the time. But when we visited, the teachers were the students that Shaggy taught a while ago. Apparently it was a school in the human worlds that the daughters of famous monsters, like the Mummy, Dracula, Wolfman, Creature from the Black Lagoon. Not just movie monsters, but like real monster families. All would come to learn how to interact and exist in the human world. Sweet girls, though they really liked Melvin who had been dragged there by Scrappy."

Bruce had to blink, looking down at Velma by his side. He searched her face for falsehoods, but she was not showing him any sign for what she was saying was a joke. That her meeting Dracula and his daughter, as a bunch of monster girls was normal for her. Like she was just telling him a grocery list. Just reminding him that his petite little love, could be as complicated as his life. Abet this was not something Alfred had mentioned in the file. Just meant they needed to sit down and talk more, learning more then what was publicly on paper. Lord knew he had his own share of stories.

Checking up on her, he could still see the remnants of her early cry. Though it was faint, so he was pretty sure that not many would have picked up that she had been upset. Being a detective and all. And talking about detectives, that thought just reminded him that it would be another time he made her cry... And all the more dread in the future if that might come back to bite him. He would take responsibility for his actions, but it didn't make facing the gang any less scary. Making sure not to dwell too long as they had been talking.

"So... you hung out in a school, with monster students-"
"And teachers."
"And teachers for a reunion and..." Bruce looked down at her with one hand still holding the box, the other held out in a confused gesture. Not exactly sure how to finish that piece of conversation. She was standing there with him, so obviously she wasn't eaten. Or at least if she was, some how got out ok and in one piece. But, it was hard for him to picture a civil interaction with a Dracula after what had happened to him and Gotham.

"And we had a good time. Some stress when some of the girls and Melvin went missing. But once everything got straightened out, we had a pretty fun party at the school with the parents and students before we went home."

"Well! That certainly sounds like a better interaction with Dracula... I mean 'a' Dracula that I had here. If mine was tied in anyway to yours. The one I went up again was a menace. He just took over some of my villains and turned them into a pack of vampires that was trying to get Viki Vale, my girlfriend at the time, to attempt to sacrifice Vicki's soul to reanimate Carmilla. Dracula's lost love. I had to give a anti-vampire serum to various villains and goons, to save Viki once I neutralized Dracula with a solar gun... It was a bit of an ordeal."

"No wonder you are worried about Viki, if she's been through that and probably more."
"Yeah, 'and more' definitely."
"And is still a journalist in Gotham?! Well, I am impressed. And can understand why we might not want her to get interested in what had happened earlier. One Tough Cookie."
"Yeah. Like a dog with a bone. She would probably like you though. Me and Viki have a complex relationship. But it's one of those reason why I can't just have anyone as my girlfriend... My real one. I needed someone special."

Casting a look her way, he was trying to indicate just who he thoughts was that 'special'. Which earned a blush and Velma turned her head away from him. But he didn't want to poke her too much, so he left that there.

"Probably not a thing to give Fred. Since you guys have met the real thing. Unless he's a fan of Bela Lugosi." Tapping the box for a second, Bruce said while putting the movie figure down. He appreciated the movies and the actors in them. But unless he met the Dracula family Velma knew, he could live without another interaction if he and Gotham could help it.

"Well... I wish I could think of which ships Fred had on his ceiling already. Looks like they have a few here... Not that I think he wouldn't mind duplicates. Just means he could paint them differently. But I don't look around up there as much, and the ceiling is a bit tall for me to see everything clearly. Though I think Fred would totally gush about the armada he has, now that he got over his hesitance to tell us. But still, hard to decide with possibly getting him a double, cars seem safer bet. "

Bruce watched as she shook her head in the smallest of annoyance at Fred. She had mentioned this earlier. But it was another one of her sighs that just read about how much love she had for her people. Like she wouldn't have it any other way, and he loved to hear her talk about them. Was the closest he could get, till they were ready to tell all.

His stomach doing a flip just at the idea of telling them he was dating her in Wayne form, let along the later reveal... How ever long that would be. Going to have to leave it to Velma to find the best way to tell them, or at least for them both to figure it out. Needing to have to rely on when she thought it was safe for them to be included and how. Her revelation of him as Batman was fear inducing, but it had certain known variables that he knew he could control. But the gang... They were more then he knew and could plan for. And he could plan for A LOT. Working with her to account for everything they needed to, for the reveal to work. Though, he did know one way for it to be happen, but making sure that occurred safety was the worry. Loose lips, sink skips after all. All it would take was one wrong thing said in the wrong place for it to all go to hell.

"You ok?"
"Oh, sorry. I was getting lost in my own head for a second."
"Can I help?"
"You will, once we are ready. Thinking about the reveal. The second one."
"Ah... Yeah, that is enough to distract you. One step at a time. Let's focus on the first one."
"Yeah, sorry I spaced out."
"I would be more offended, but that is a understandable reason for distraction. So, I forgive you this time."

"Mwah! I'm glad my girlfriend is so understanding." He said plucking her left hand from the nearby shelf she was leaning on, to plant a small kiss on the back of it. He had to grab the hand that was across from him, since she had a box in the other one closest to him.

"B~!" She squirmed but didn't remove her hand out of his. Even though he was holding on to it light enough for her to be able to tug it easily away. Not that he figured unless he was really trying, he could restrain her strength from pulling away seriously. And to his surprise, she didn't hit him for it. As he's seen and experienced her usual response to backhand him, or the gang when they did things. So, that was a positive response... Bruce hoped. Her slowly getting used to his flirtatious actions.

"Quit kissing my hand and help!" She snorted at him, dropping the box she had in her occupied hand back on the shelf and wrapped that arm around his waist. His eyes widened as she tugged him into her own hip, hand still resting at the top part of his jeans with her grip making sure he couldn't get away.

"Yes Ma'am! What do you have in mind? See anything that might work?" Now glued to her side, Bruce wasn't against this. So, might as well do what they came their for. Not like he could get away, at least without tearing his jeans. He saw that she had looped a finger through a belt loop to get better purchase on his taller hip. Thus linking them together.

'I could work with this.'

Being her two arms now for the sacrifice of the arm wrapped around him, they worked as a unit to check a bunch of the cars for a viable bribe. Having to shift along the length of the shelves together, making a pile in one of the less cluttered section to see what options they had. Grabbing anything Velma told him to grab, for them to deposit it into their pile to sort out. She only had so much room left in her bag, and at most it would probably fit two boxes that they would need to make sure they don't squish later. Thankfully, she had the bag over the other side at the moment, so her shoes and other purchases weren't crushed between their two sides being glued together by her grip.

He did have a moment where he wasn't sure why even attached, they worked so well and fluid together. But he had to remind himself of all the times they worked so closely on a mystery and had faced down the worst of his worst together. Managing to stay in sync in the most tense of times against his rogue gallery, so just shuffling down a slightly darkened aisle in a hobby store was a piece of cake. Thinking that she would be amazing as a dance partner for later social events! Making him unable to stifle a laugh. Which earned her attention, shooting him an inquisitive side eye as she was placing down another option and straightening it out to try to look at them all in one glance to compare.

"Hm?"
"Just was wondering why this was so easy."
"...This?"

Chuckling, he brought her attention to her arm wrapped around his waist, lazily with two fingers looped around his pants belt loop and her thumb tucked under his belt itself. He looked up in time to see her mind click and eyes widened as she noticed what she was doing to him. She started to pull away, but as she was untucking herself from him, he stopped her by placing his hand on hers.

"What are you doing? I'm so embarrassed. I-"
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I can't believe I did this. I don't even do this to the gang-"
"Well good, I might feel jealous if you did this to just anyone. Thank you. That means that you did this because it was me."

"I-Well-um-I just..." Fumbling over her words, he let her go and was saddened as she pulled back away from him. He mentally kicked himself for saying something, but he hadn't been able to stop himself from laughing at it. They had been working together so well. And her face was getting redder by the minute.

"... I DID do it because it was you..." She almost whispered too low for him to hear her, but the earbud caught it easily. As if the statement was more her talking to herself then for him to hear.

"Well, then it's not a problem then. Since, it's ok to be like that with your boyfriend, right? It's just casual intimacy."
"I-i-inimacy. Yes, well.. I-just."
"Was it bad?"

"NO!" She shouted far louder before jumping to cover her mouth and hide her face with her outburst. Pulling up her hood to retreat and try to calm down.

"...no. It's not. I just- I guess I surprised myself. If I talked to myself even just earlier today, I would have been wondering what was wrong with me. I don't do this normally..."

"What changed?"
"Well, It has been little things through out the day. I mean, the disguises did help break the ice a bit. Being able to hide behind not exactly being myself. Which was the point of this all, wasn't it? Lying to tell the truth."
"Roughly, but yeah."
"Though I have to say, the biggest was actually the thief."
"Oh, really? I guess for a pair of crime fighters, nothing says bonding then some small amount of petty larceny."

"Not really it, more that I was able to actually see you for who you really are. Not just the parts of you, but I guess more of the whole picture for a bit. The grizzled cover was only physical, so it was easier for me to look past the struggle against the playboy you had to force around me. Which sadly was a long enough time that it left a lasting, though fake impression of you. Which was why it was needed, and still is needed. So, this tempered my opinion of you for what started off as a misunderstanding with the jewelry store."

"Ah, that does make sense to have the mind run away with you after more often then not interactions with me, would have ended in me being a jerk in that setting. So, understandable. But no, I would ask you permission before I would want to bring you to such a thing unless it had a good enough reason to otherwise."

"Thank-thank you. But as the day has progressed, it was easier to see a new side of you that I hadn't seen before. Which was surprising in its own right, but also illuminating to your sense of character beyond what I thought I knew. Which again, was the point. But I didn't expect such a large deviation of what I knew, and yet also something I had known all along... I don't think I am explaining this correctly..."

"No. I understand. I think it's just us seeing each other as you said, more of the whole picture then parts seen otherwise. Your jigsaw puzzled pieces that normally were scattered pieces finally fit together to reveal the final eventual picture. Or at least more pieces fit together to get an idea of the overall final piece."

"Yes, something like that.. Wait. Us? You had that with me too?" Emerging out of the hood she was hiding in, her eyes were large in wonder and a bit of confusion at him. Tilting her head up to stare at him, probably with her mind trying to figure out what he meant before he said it aloud. But the expression and her dedication to analyze his face for reactions and detective her way around his statement just made him grin. Since it was a very, 'her' expression.

"Well, at work you are a very serious woman of dedication and no nonsense when it counts. You are steadfast on your opinions, sometimes a bit head strong but you let the data make your choices for the best outcome. Which is great. We butt heads, but it's for good reasons and we go where the projects need to go, which ever one of us is right. But then there are times when I was hovering in the wings, and I got to see you gush about your passions. Sometimes seeing it in the lab, but mostly when you were talking about some case you struggled but finally managed to solve or talking about the gang. Or even just showing off Scooby doing something cute on your phone. It is a stark contrast from what you show otherwise for your business face. Or when you have to stand in front of the camera and explain a case. So, if someone only sees some parts, they don't see the range of you. And well, today you certainly have been showing me more then I have seen, even as Batman as well. Which is honestly amazing!"

"A-amazing? I don't think I-"
"Yes, you are amazing. And you can't tell me otherwise. And I am your boyfriend, so I say it's true!"

"Sigh..." Shaking her head at him, she looked back up at him with a softer look but with a touch of being annoyed at him. Which was fine. "But as I was saying... When we ran into that thief, it was a moment of you being who you are at your core. Seeing you account for the people around you, the movements to take the man down with efficiency, then the panic of getting caught to fleeing Batman style up into a fire escape to well.. Escape. And that hand."

Bruce watched as she looked down, and reached for his hand. He let her lift it up, and flip his palm over to look at his open hand. Tracing his palm lightly with her fingers.

"This hand has reached out to me, many times in the past. Not only as Batman, but in smaller moments throughout all I have known you. From when I tripped and dropped some papers and you offered to help, to ask me earlier to test out hand holding, and then from the fire escape. It just..."

"Clicked?"

"Yeah, it just made sense. And I was like, 'oh, I understand now.' And I can't say that I might not struggle for a while later once this wears off, but I think that today you have just made sense. And it makes it easier to do something like..."

With his hand in her pair, she lifted his hand up to place it against his. Her hand was much smaller then his rough mitt, he couldn't see it past how she lifted his up between the two of them. But he could feel her fingers against his, and where they stopped and his kept going. Letting it sit for a second, he then felt her wiggling her fingers against his. They were trying to worm their way between his wider digits, and he loosened the tension in his hand to allow her to slip her fingers to interlace with his.

They had already linked fingers before, but it was still nice. And he also was happy with her initiating it. Since he was holding back his urge to just sweep her up and all the affection to her. Burying her in so much that he was more used to doing in his falsehoods as the playboy and all his 'fooling around'. But also wanting such contact to be real for once, and not just a show for the masses. Being able to slip in a few here and there, trying to get her used to it.

So, hand holding like this... he figured was a safer way for them to slowly build up her tolerance. Also he wasn't bothered with her saying that this might be a temporary thing. She needed to get used to how things are, and the truth of it all. He understood and only looked forward for them to work on it together. Since that meant more time to spend with her and to figure her out as well. Giving her all the time she needed, and willing to work out things to make 'them' work. Knowing that he isn't the best with his relationships in the past and those he is close too, so he really didn't want to mess this one up. Trying his best to give her anything she needed. Even if she wanted to eventually walk away. It was all on her.

"I hate to say it." He started with a heavy heart.
"Hm?"
"As nice as this is... We do need to finish finding Fred a present."
"Oh-right..."

He didn't want to do this, but they only had so much time left in the day. As well as they were still in a public space and he didn't know when ever someone might come around the corner and spoil their moment. Meaning he had to ruin it instead.

"Yeah, we should." She agreed with a huff. He was kinda glad she was sounding as disappointing as he was. She pulled back away from his hand, slowly slipping her fingers away from his. But before she was able to get them all separated, he moved to link their pinkies together. Wrapping his around hers. She looked up at him as she noticed.

"So, we can keep working but." And then nodded down at the hand. Earning her another flush to her face and a smallest nod. Not missing the small pleased grin that pushed back her pursed lips as she turned herself back to the shelving for their reason for being at the store. Both of them being very conscious of the smallest finger linking them as she worked to narrow down the choices.

"Well, it looks like I have found these... 1967 Chevrolet Impala Sport Sedan. I recall Fred mentioning that he liked the car, when he had seen it on TV. But I don't know much about it, besides the fact that Fred had mentioned this a few times. Same with the 1967 Ford Mustang fastback, GT 500. I know it has to do something about racing cars and someone named Shelby. But other then that it's lost on me other then that is an appealing old muscle car."

"Both 1967's. There was a lot of good things that came out of the end of the sixties. So, I approve."

"1957 Cadillac Coupe DeVille is really nice car, and it being green is even more of an amusing thing. The first time we played a car game that Shaggy came up with, Fred lost to a Green Caddy. So, I figured he might appreciate owning one. As well as I think he still has those plastic swords sitting around somewhere since that first game. So, he might appreciate it."

"You'll have to tell that story later. I want to know what the car game is, and how Fred having plastic swords tied into that."

He watched her mouth drop open and a finger raised about to try to explain, or maybe say something. But her other hand just dropped and she shook her head.

"Maybe later. Got to finish this first, that story might take a while." She said before picking up the next box and continuing. "I found this War of the Worlds tripod that isn't a car but being all sci-fi I figure Fred might appreciate. And I didn't know that they made a paddy wagon for Monopoly, but here one is. I guess it's off the fact that you can get sent to prison?"

"Maybe, I haven't played in a while. Can get kinda scary with the boys in the house when they get at it, and Alfred is ruthless. As well as going against Barbara is also hard to compete with. But maybe it's off one of the cards? Like the random event ones? Or isn't there a small car as one of the tokens? Maybe that is it?"

"I am not sure. We will have to check later. So, which ones are you leaning towards?" He asked, figuring that might help narrow things down if she thought about it.

They all looked like good options. Scanning over the rows of vehicles and such in front of them. But as he was looking around, he spotted something. A single brow raise at the thought, Bruce had to see if that was really what he saw. So, while she was looking over her choices, he leaned his longer arm into the stacks of boxes to subtly get at the box while she was busy.

"Well, I picked them because I think Fred would like each of them. Since he has mentioned some before. Though I guess the Paddy Wagon and the War of the Worlds alien tripod are more me guessing, so I can put them aside. I don't recall which show the Impala was from. And I think the Cobra is from an anime, honestly... Though if that was more action-y if I recall correctly, then it might be more a present for Daphne then Fred. Since Daphne likes more of the action packed anime's and manga, and Fred's more of a slice of life, Romcom guy."

"I should be surprised, but I don't think I am. I can see Fred liking those more mellow, light-hearted but emotional shows. But being a car guy, he might like a more action one since it has sexy cars in it."

"Hm, you might be right. I've like a manga for less. So, I guess I might consider one of those, and I think I definitely want the Caddy for Fred. But do I want to get him only one, or pick one of these?"

Tugging at the box and managing to get it past the others without anything collapsing on him, his eyes weren't wrong! The colors were hard to miss, even in the shadows. Sliding it out so he could grasp it with one hand to present to her... (His other hand was out of the question, being tasked to something far more important.) And he nudged her with the edge of it.

"Well, this wasn't in the mix, but how about this suggestion?"

"Hm... This one wha-JINKIES~! That is perfect! Now this, has to be the other choice!"