Cafe Fina

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred opened up Cafe Fina on Thursday instead of Walter. Why? Because it was Walter's birthday. He was... seventy-six.

...

Alfred decided that it was best just to think of it as "Walter's birthday" and that the boy was fifteen.

_{[[Wait for the OCD]]}

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Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Eat your non-time paradoxical lunch.

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter came by after Dance class. Yes, he was well aware of the fact that he was in his seventies by some measures.

He was also sticking with fifteen.

Re: Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"Happy Birthday, Walter," Alfred said as his pupil entered.

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter turned toward Alfred's voice and smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Re: Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred extended his arm towards Walter and then twitched slightly as a small, palm sized holdout pistol fell into it from his sleeve. He turned it around and held it out, grip first, to Walter. "Many happy returns of the day," he added.

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter took the pistol from Alfred and examined it closely, turning it over in his hands and comparing it to the specs from the weapons books he'd been reading.

"Thank you very much, sir." At the very least, it would be unexpected to anyone who knew about his preferred methods.

Re: Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"That particular gift comes with two things," Alfred said. "The first is a piece of advice. Only a fool relies entirely upon one weapon. One weapon is easily lost, countered, or anticipated."

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Which went with his own thoughts on the unexpected, so Walter didn't bristle. "And the other, sir?"

Re: Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred handed him an envelope (http://nadiathesaint.livejournal.com/62783.html). "Although I am merely the messenger in this regard."

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter opened the envelope, looked quizzically at the six-eyed pez dispenser, and read the note inside.

He started to smile and glanced back up from the note to Alfred. "Thank you for relaying this. If you'll excuse me, I believe I must be going."

Re: Lunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred glanced at his watch. "I believe you must. When you have some time, come by and I will measure your sleeve for an appropriate holster for the pistol."

Re: Lunch

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, sir. I will do that." Walter looked toward the door, anxious to go, and then back to Alfred.

If they had that kind of relationship, this would be where he impulsively hugged his mentor, instead he just smiled fondly and hoped Alfred understood that he was saying more than just the words. "Thank you."

Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Or your temporally sound dinner.

Wadsworth/To-go

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Or, do what moddable Wadsworth does.

OOC

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

And just don't think about it. Your head will thank you.

Re: OOC

[nadiathesaint]

It's not-a-fruit bat, I'm telling you. Not-a-fruit bat!

Re: OOC

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

We can't stop here! This is bat country!

Re: OOC

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

How's your head.

Fine.

Where are we?

New York.

Who am I?

You're the coach.

Who are you?

... I'm Batman. Would you like to ride with me Citizen?
Would you like to ride with Batman?