[ There's a spring in his step as he hurries back to the apartment, and when he sees Alfred he jogs the rest of the way. He glances at the box, then grins. Is that the delivery? ]
Work was good! I've been doing a lot of bug testing the last few days, but I'm good at that stuff. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.
[ He makes quick work of unlocking the door, inviting Alfred right in and hoping Wally hasn't left too much of a mess.
... No, it seems okay. Not immaculate, but okay. ]
[A part of the delivery, at least. Alfred smiles as Dick jogs over, stepping into the apartment at his invitation and looking around. He raises an eyebrow at the solitary couch and looks over the kitchen as he sets the box on the counter. It's... Sparse.]
It was no trouble. I'm glad to hear you like your job, and Master Bruce sends his regards. I don't suppose you've spoken with him yet? [The question is accompanied by an arched eyebrow. Alfred knows very well that Richard had yet to talk to Bruce. This is simply a reminder that he needs to.]
The package is from the both of us, if you'd like to open it.
[Inside the box Richard will find a sleek motorcycle helmet. Red. The rest of the gift was too large to fit, although that does raise the question of where exactly it was.]
I— haven't. Some of my teammates from home showed up, and stuff's been complicated. [ He frowns a little. ] I'm not putting it off on purpose, just...
[ Dick shrugs. He really does need to.
But the distraction is very welcome, and he opens the box enthusiastically. He holds the helmet in both hands, staring at it for a moment, eyes growing wide. Is this because he hasn't been using a helmet with his moped? Is this a safety thing? Or... no... no, it's definitely a motorcycle helmet, which means... ]
[Alfred makes a considering sound. He had seen the posts on the network and the resulting outcomes - at least those that had been publicly accessible. Nevertheless, if Richard doesn't contact Bruce soon, perhaps Bruce will have to be pushed into making contact.
He does, however, allow the focus to shift to their gifts. That was the reason he'd traveled to this city, after all, and he smiles at Richard's enthusiasm. It's not an emotion he often senses from the other imPorts or his family. But it's a welcome change.] I believe, Master Richard, that I did.
[Richard should probably check the box again though. There's a laptop in the bottom. And then, perhaps, they can move on to actually seeing the motorcycle.]
[ And when he sees it, he grins even wider, if that's possible. ]
And a Bat-laptop? [ He laughs, and it feels like the first time in a long time. It's really been quite a week. And he's still not sure that he deserves any of this — not having just come off a colossally stupid series of decisions. ]
Master Bruce and I have decided that, despite making some rather rash decisions, you should still be kept in the know about current events. While I'm certain you have your own sources as well, that laptop will link to the main computer. It's a responsibility, not a toy, and we may use it to communicate with you. [But he's certain that Richard already knows that. Some things simply bear communicating so that all parties have an understanding.]
Your new toys [Because useful or not, these particular gifts were not strictly necessary.] do, however, come with conditions. Family breakfast at least twice a week and Robin is expected to make an appearance alongside Batman that often, as well. Wallace is welcome at breakfast, but not on patrol.
[The invitation to breakfast is more courtesy than anything, although Alfred wouldn't object to his being there. Even so, he's less impressed with Wallace's behavior than Richard's and it didn't seem as though Bruce had been overly impressed with the teenager either.]
[ Dick nods along with Alfred's conditions. Not a toy, that's fine (he makes a lot of his responsibilities into toys anyway, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying your work, is there?), links to the main computer, awesome, family breakfast, weird but good, he's getting lonely, patrol— ... patrol? ]
[The door is held open for Richard, although Alfred does pause so that the apartment might be locked up before walking down the street. He heads further into the less savory area of town, making the nearby warehouse district. Their path ends at one of the warehouses, large enough, but otherwise unremarkable. Alfred pulls a key out of his pocket and opens the side door to the right of a good sized garage door. He turns on the lights and closes the door behind them.
Inside the warehouse is a clean space. There are a few sealed cardboard boxes stacked against the walls and the beginnings of a makeshift computer station in the back left corner. In the middle of the floor is a custom red bike without any make or model identifiers. There is, however, an "R" emblazoned on its side.]
Master Bruce and I thought it might be prudent to have a "base" of sorts in the area. Of course, you and your team are welcome to use this place as well, although I do stress discretion. [Both the keys for the bike and the warehouse are held out for Richard.]
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Work was good! I've been doing a lot of bug testing the last few days, but I'm good at that stuff. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.
[ He makes quick work of unlocking the door, inviting Alfred right in and hoping Wally hasn't left too much of a mess.
... No, it seems okay. Not immaculate, but okay. ]
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It was no trouble. I'm glad to hear you like your job, and Master Bruce sends his regards. I don't suppose you've spoken with him yet? [The question is accompanied by an arched eyebrow. Alfred knows very well that Richard had yet to talk to Bruce. This is simply a reminder that he needs to.]
The package is from the both of us, if you'd like to open it.
[Inside the box Richard will find a sleek motorcycle helmet. Red. The rest of the gift was too large to fit, although that does raise the question of where exactly it was.]
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[ Dick shrugs. He really does need to.
But the distraction is very welcome, and he opens the box enthusiastically. He holds the helmet in both hands, staring at it for a moment, eyes growing wide. Is this because he hasn't been using a helmet with his moped? Is this a safety thing? Or... no... no, it's definitely a motorcycle helmet, which means... ]
Wait. Did you— you didn't. You didn't! No way!
[ Look at him, he's bouncing on his feet. ]
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He does, however, allow the focus to shift to their gifts. That was the reason he'd traveled to this city, after all, and he smiles at Richard's enthusiasm. It's not an emotion he often senses from the other imPorts or his family. But it's a welcome change.] I believe, Master Richard, that I did.
[Richard should probably check the box again though. There's a laptop in the bottom. And then, perhaps, they can move on to actually seeing the motorcycle.]
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And a Bat-laptop? [ He laughs, and it feels like the first time in a long time. It's really been quite a week. And he's still not sure that he deserves any of this — not having just come off a colossally stupid series of decisions. ]
Jeez, what'd I do right? This is way too nice.
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Your new toys [Because useful or not, these particular gifts were not strictly necessary.] do, however, come with conditions. Family breakfast at least twice a week and Robin is expected to make an appearance alongside Batman that often, as well. Wallace is welcome at breakfast, but not on patrol.
[The invitation to breakfast is more courtesy than anything, although Alfred wouldn't object to his being there. Even so, he's less impressed with Wallace's behavior than Richard's and it didn't seem as though Bruce had been overly impressed with the teenager either.]
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I'll be there! Anytime, anywhere.
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And now, [He holds out a keychain with two identical keys on it before gesturing towards the door.] if you're up for a bit of a walk?
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Soooo sooooo late
Inside the warehouse is a clean space. There are a few sealed cardboard boxes stacked against the walls and the beginnings of a makeshift computer station in the back left corner. In the middle of the floor is a custom red bike without any make or model identifiers. There is, however, an "R" emblazoned on its side.]
Master Bruce and I thought it might be prudent to have a "base" of sorts in the area. Of course, you and your team are welcome to use this place as well, although I do stress discretion. [Both the keys for the bike and the warehouse are held out for Richard.]