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Course I did, but it's a bit of a different situation.
He's the son of a billionaire and thus his private life is always something that newspapers want to know about, so yes.
Quite a bit of a different situation than mine where I grew up in east London and was a nobody.
Quite a bit of a different situation than mine where I grew up in east London and was a nobody.
Hmmm yet I suspect 'do as I say not as I do' is still not as effective as you'd hope, though I'd bet you're not terribly open about your sordid past~
[ Given she has her own guardian who worked/works for her parents, wild guess on her part. ]
[ Given she has her own guardian who worked/works for her parents, wild guess on her part. ]
That's where you're wrong, Miss. I'm very open about my past with Master Bruce, how else would he know that I'm not just talking out of my ass?
Oh he's definitely better behaved at that age than I was, then.
The point is, if I had known about any sordid past of Protesilaus, I would have been insufferable. He's not the type, though.
Or maybe that's just what he wants me to think... I should ask his wife.
Or maybe that's just what he wants me to think... I should ask his wife.
Make sure you ask her after a few glasses of wine, I bet she'll reveal more that way.
Course she does, I suspect most people like you.
Not everyone, but most of the ones that don't have a poor sense of humor and a regrettable personality anyway.
A 'regrettable personality' hrm? And what does that entail exactly?
Ah, the police. Mm, perhaps we could... not? That would invite so many questions.
[ charles beckons for alfred to walk in step with him, taking visual stock of him and his steam-related injury. ]
You'll let me look at that first, at least? I am a doctor, after all.
[ charles beckons for alfred to walk in step with him, taking visual stock of him and his steam-related injury. ]
You'll let me look at that first, at least? I am a doctor, after all.
Well we can't very well leave him where he is, when he wakes up he won't be happy about getting knocked unconscious.
[Alfred flexes his hand a little.]
It's fine for now, I've been hurt a lot worse.
[Alfred flexes his hand a little.]
It's fine for now, I've been hurt a lot worse.
We could make him happier about it? Mr Pennyworth. Alfred — may I call you Alfred? — we could just ask him to forget it all. No harm done except to himself, yes?
And oh, no. Having been hurt worse before does not mean you're hurt any less. Let me see?
And oh, no. Having been hurt worse before does not mean you're hurt any less. Let me see?
Yes, just Alfred is fine. And do you really think he'd agree to forgetting everything if you were to ask him?
[He sighs and shows Charles the burn, it isn't bad, just red and in need of some cool water.]
[He sighs and shows Charles the burn, it isn't bad, just red and in need of some cool water.]
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I'd be happy to pass along the message, as well as any notes you might have about improvements you want done on it.
[He says as he sets down the tray, moving behind Bruce to help carefully remove the jacket once he has it unzipped.]
Where does it hurt the most?
I'd be happy to pass along the message, as well as any notes you might have about improvements you want done on it.
[He says as he sets down the tray, moving behind Bruce to help carefully remove the jacket once he has it unzipped.]
Where does it hurt the most?
I can think of a few things...
[ There's a small tear in the sleeve that sees itself through to the skin of Bruce's arm, a messy graze that could have been much worse. He doesn't comment on the bruises but grimaces as he reaches to touch his chest. ]
I might have cracked something. The pain is worse on my right.
[ They're beyond him trying to hide when things are bad, but the instinct is still there especially when he knows he's made Alfred worry. ]
[ There's a small tear in the sleeve that sees itself through to the skin of Bruce's arm, a messy graze that could have been much worse. He doesn't comment on the bruises but grimaces as he reaches to touch his chest. ]
I might have cracked something. The pain is worse on my right.
[ They're beyond him trying to hide when things are bad, but the instinct is still there especially when he knows he's made Alfred worry. ]
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And I thought I was ready to be a soldier, trust me, no one is ever fully ready for that.
How do you feel about that?
And I thought I was ready to be a soldier, trust me, no one is ever fully ready for that.
How do you feel about that?
[Alfred doesn't comment on the bruises either, just folds the jacket up and puts it aside so he can come over and start to gently press his fingers against Bruce's chest and ribs.]
Take a breath.
[He instructs and after Bruce does he nods.]
Not cracked, just badly bruised. You'll have to take a few days off to let it heal.
Take a breath.
[He instructs and after Bruce does he nods.]
Not cracked, just badly bruised. You'll have to take a few days off to let it heal.
[ Nothing grinds together under the gentle pressure which is good. Bruce counts his wins, however small, and smiles blithely. ] I guess that's one less note for Lucius.
[ He goes quiet again as he lets Alfred work, only occasionally bracing himself with a breath through his teeth whenever the pain feels especially bad. ]
Alfred. [ Bruce pauses, unsure he wants to ask because he's worried the answer will have happened in his employ. The potential guilt loses out to his curiosity. ] Have you ever broken anything?
[ He goes quiet again as he lets Alfred work, only occasionally bracing himself with a breath through his teeth whenever the pain feels especially bad. ]
Alfred. [ Bruce pauses, unsure he wants to ask because he's worried the answer will have happened in his employ. The potential guilt loses out to his curiosity. ] Have you ever broken anything?
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