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#Idk wtf to call this except the product of crippling writers block lmao
violent138 · 25 days
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Here's the premise, certain Batfam members are at a charity gala trying to get fingerprints from a target. Steph plays at waitress and carries away an empty glass, but she gets bumped into and all the glasses shatter despite her best efforts.
"Shit. Well, good thing he drinks like a fish." Steph said over their comms as they eyed the second wine glass.
"It's the fourth one on the tray," Tim declared, watching the glasses, moving through the crowd.
"They're in a circle."
"It's the one with the half milimitre of champagne still left--"
"No, it's not." Bruce said. "It's the one closest to the waiter, the one with the smudge."
"This is ridiculous." Damian announced, "I'm getting his phone."
"He'll notice, don't do that," Bruce muttered, trapped with some obnoxious businessman and moments from spilling something to get out of it. 
"I'll get it back to him in two minutes--"
"I can keep track." Tim argued, trying to move to get it, but Dick grabbed his arm, dragging him along.
"Come here," Dick ordered, walking them both right up to the man. "So nice to see you tonight, have you met my brother yet? Tim Drake Wayne, he's very eager about interning at your company."
Tim played along instantly, shaking the guy's hand. "Is it true you've managed to get around the cost of catalysts for your hydrogen fuel cells?"
"It's still quite new, but if you're serious, we can definitely set something up."
Tim grinned. "You wouldn't happen to have a number I could--"
"Oh absolutely. Here." The man handed over a business card.
"We got it," Dick muttered over comms as Tim carefully put the card away. "Anyone bring the disulfur dinitride?"
"Car," Bruce said, irritated when he realized he was trapped.  
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