Superbat MeetCute! Feat. Kid!Dick
It’s been less than a month since Dick has become part of the family. Bruce officially mentioning an heir at the last gala he was at, but now was finally the time to show him off to the world.
Bruce: “You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”
Dick: “No! I was really looking forward to this.”
Bruce: “The second you wanna leave you just have to tell me.”
Dick: “That’s only because you wanna leave early too.”
Alfred chuckled a little at that comment, this being one of the first few parties Bruce had actually attended since his isolation in Wayne manor since he was a child until almost adulthood.
Brining little Dickie home had been a fresh start, Bruce opening up and finally recentering the world, and Dick having a new chance in life. Both Alfred and Bruce had taken to speaking in mostly Romani so Dick could feel comfortable, and slowly practicing his own English when at home.
Stranger: “I can’t believe he really got some stray.”
Stranger2: “And the two don’t even speak English!”
Dick’s unmastered English also made sheltering him from the comments easier. But even without the words, he could still feel the malice.
Bruce himself was about to scold them, when broad shoulders obstructed his view of the two gossipers.
Clark: “The two barely speak English, have some decency, unless your inability to be understanding of diverse cultures and people is something the daily planet need to make people aware of.“
Is… is this guy thinking that both Dick and Bruce can’t speak English? Has it really been that long since he had been in the spotlight?
Alfred himself raised an eyebrow, which in his speak was more ‘what the heck is this’
Clark huffed once again when the two gossipers left in a hurry. He turned to the three and looked almost apologetic on their behalf. He gave a small wave to Dick before turning to Alfred.
Clark: “Please apologize on my behalf for that little show, I’m sure they didn’t mean anything by it. And I’m sure even Bruce Wayne himself would be alright with those types of people leaving his party early.”
‘Ah, he doesn’t know what Bruce Wayne looks like, and just thinks we’re guests who were being helplessly harassed at a party without the linguistic ability to fight back. How cute.’ Bruce couldn’t help chuckling out loud. A reporter who doesn’t know what his subject looks like, tho that might be Bruce’s fault as well.
Bruce: “Thank you very much for the rescue kind reporter, if you hadn’t been there I would’ve had to step in myself. And no, I don’t want those types of people at my parties.
Clark’s have turned bright red, seeming to connect the dots. He gave an awkward nod, a last wave at Dick, who gave a full arm swing of a wave back, seeming to like him since he made Bruce laugh. Clark scurried off hurriedly and Bruce could only laugh a little more before having to settle down again.
One good thing came of this party at least, he’d have to look into this DailyPlanet in the future.
He grabbed Dick’s hand to move them towards the center.
Time for the real fight to begin then.
