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───────────────────── • 25+ mun / minors DNI / Lewd DNI • ───────────────────── filters by 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐣𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭. • 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢: #𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐎
"Something feels off today. Nothing I can put my finger on ... but more so a gut feeling.."
// Bruce doesn't know about his decades long situationship with Harvey yet </3
Afraid not. Just my young ward and I.
will alllllfredddd be there?????
Call me Bruce, I insist. Mr. Wayne was my father. Remarkable man .. But please. The money is better off in your hands to do with it as you please. I have a feeling it could help. And helping others, that's what I strive to do. That's what the Waynes do.
... I'M NOT TAKING BOTH?! 〖 Esme is red with embarrassment. 〗 Th- This is VERY generous, Mr. Wayne, but- I-I-
Too much? Not at all, I insist. [ His hands catch hold of Esme's own, ensuring the checks are resting against his palm & closing his hands around them. His own covering overtop ] Please. I insist.
Hey- stop!! That's way too much!! Both of them are!! 💦 〖 He tries to hand both of them back. 〗 You matched my yearly salary, and then some! I can't accept that!!
You're right, it's not nearly enough for the damage done to your reputation. Allow to my fix that .. Here. [ He's making out another check for $30k ] Alright, I hope this one is to your likings.
〖 His eyes boggle. 〗 Wh- twenty thousand dollars?? Are you kidding me?! 〖 That's a year of checks for him!! 〗
Nonsense. You were put out in the spotlight and tied to me in some ridiculous scandal.. The air is cleared of it, rest assured. But I have this for you in the meantime. [ Placing a check in his hands for $20k ] It's the least I could do.
Oh thank god. Thank you. Wait- a check? N-No, that's not necessary!
Not to worry, I've already taken care of that part. You're no longer attached to my name in that manner. And as an apology for the fiasco.. I've already written a check to compensate you for your troubles.
... You're 'engaged' to a man.
I'm proud to be an ally. (He hasn't figured that out yet, it's fine)
"The Gotham City water supply has been completely contaminated by a strange toxic substance ... This is no good.." "It seems someone will have to get to the bottom of this and figure out just who this so-called Joker fellow is once and for all ... But I've got the strangest feeling about this."
" .. Jason. Tim... I'm not sure what significance these names hold. How they connect to the Wayne family name."
A bank robbery — great Scott .. a strange gas leak? Seems like Dick and I have a fishing trip to get ready for.
"Just a friend of the Wayne family.." He spoke the words softly, but he couldn't yet pinpoint the connection the other had made. Tim . . . Joker. His eyes scanned the room, looking distant as he took the time to think over what he said carefully. ++
❝ Chopin! You've got fantastic taste; Minute Waltz is one of my favorite pieces of all time! ❞ Esme takes a sip of champagne, a hum of thought leaves him. ❝ My involvement with you? Little to none. Tim brought me here to protect me from Joker. That's... a long story. ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
"Chopin." He answered with a trace of a grin. He could tell this one was easily flustered, then again most often were in the face in Bruce Wayne himself. & Bruce made no objections to play the part. A flute of bubbling champagne of his own taken into his hand. ++
A giggle bubbles from his throat. He bites his lip, glancing away just for a moment to collect himself. ❝ W- Well- Still! I wanted to know your input, I should have waited for it before giving mine. That was rude. ❞ He clears his throat. ❝ Uh- th-the question still stands! ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
There's amusement where Esme expressed his own excitement for a shared music taste. His eyes focused, twinkling in the bright manor lights. A hand delicately brushed hair from Esme's face as he speaks, capturing that true happy couple essence. "Don't be sorry for expressing yourself." ++
Esme's eyes never leave Bruce. Man, he's more handsome up close... maybe this is a blessing in disguise. He lights up at the mention of classucal music. ❝ Oh! That's amazing! Who's your favorite composer? Personally, mine is Tchaikovsky. His works have a sense of whimsy. ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
#𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚 "Thank you everyone for attending tonights charity gala, we've raised an exceptional amount of money that will go back to Gotham to better improve the schools, the shelters, and our local parks... Please feel free to take food to go, don't waste it." "This concludes our night."
"When you're a man with more wealth than most, it does you good to be observant of your surroundings." He muttered quietly, maintaining a smile as he plucked a crame puff from a passing waiter. An overly excited brunet who could hardly keep still. "I like classical music." ++
Esme looks down at the ring on his finger. Right. He... never took that off, did he? He looks up at Bruce with admiration in his eyes. ❝ You're... very observant, Mr. Wayne. ❞ A shy smile rises to his lips. Maybe this won't be so bad... ❝ Well... may as well get to know each other. ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
"You came to a party, a party in my manor that I didn't set up. Papers have gone out headlining our supposed marriage." He gived Esme's side a small squeeze. Silently telling him to ease those nerves as to not raise suspicions. "You have a ring on your hand." ++
Esme slowly turns his head to look up at Bruce. He doesn't know what to say. He can only... stare. ❝ . . . I- W-What did... what was- ❞ Poor guy's face is completely red! He begins to pick at the skin around his finger. ❝ Why did you say that we were engaged-?? ❞
He's calm, almost too calm for a man suddenly being subjected to telepathic communication, but he keeps poised. Drink in hand, he takes a sip before he responds. 💭: So I see. Well, Emma, was it? I hope the party finds you well.
💭: I intend not to. Though trouble tends to follow us. And no… Mutants are something else entirely.
Having made his speech, he returns himself to Esme's side, smiling & thanking those that congratulated them. A wave give as he tugs the man against him ever so gently. "I hope that clears the air enough for you. It'd be disappointing to let all these happy people feel dashed over fake love." ++
Thank goodness, Bruce understands- HYEEK. The feeling of Bruce's breath fanning over his skin makes his knees weak. He swallows thickly. ❝ Uh- Y-Yeah! I'll- fill you in... ❞ How much longer is he going to have to keep this up? He doesn't think it can go for much longer. 〖 ✎... 〗
// Esme: Hey yea can you clear the air about the wedding? Bruce: Yeah yeah I got you. ✌️✨ Cas' doings.