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Bruce didn’t bother to make his presence known, assuming John had noticed him the moment he walked into the establishment and would proceed to try and ignore him for as long as he could, even if he spoke. Instead, the detective chose to take the seat across from the other in silence, brown eyes fixed on the blond while he waited for the little game to come to an end. “If I needed either of those, I’d go to someone with a better success rate.” Bruce kept staring at John, an emotionless expression on his face. “Job hunting, or reading the comic strips?”
an amused smirk appeared on john’s face. he had forgotten how much fun his favourite broody vigilante could be. that’s how busy he had been recently. mostly with bloody demons. “in my defence, the last person i went out with lost his soul and got dragged to hell only because he failed to listen to my advice. i still feel sorry for his poor daughters.” john admitted, his arms crossed. “and, well, a little bit of both but don’t tell anyone, mate.” he said nonchalantly. “or i’ll have to hypnotize you to forget about this. not even zatanna could undo that.” that was another lie.
