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Life Ore Death - DC Feruchemy [Young Justice]

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Stripes said:
Correct me if I wrong, but I believe Renka is unaware of Batman identity as Bruce Wayne?
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Totally unaware. She's heard Bruce Wayne mentioned as a billionaire worse than Oliver (whom she does know is the Green Arrow) about the whole playboy thing, but that's about it.

Artemis has figured out the whole Robin=Richard Grayson thing, and by extension she suspects Batman=Bruce Wayne, but she's kept quiet.

I went back and edited my comment for clarity, BTW.
 
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AHahahahahhahaHAHAHAhahHAhahahAHAHahahahahah.... :rofl:

@Krazyfan1 this is now canon (except that Jimmy doesn't yet know Clark's ID) and you have earned a cookie for bringing this to my notice.

So, spoilers, suggest a plot arc, create an OC, or whatever. Shoot me a PM and we'll work the details out whenever you want.

(P.S. My condolences on your loss. Death does suck indeed {Hugs}.)
 
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Even A Man - part 2
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    • Life Ore Death​
    * November 29 [Wally PoV]

    "She's plotting something, and it's making me nervous." I felt shitty, saying that about my friend, but it was true.

    "Which she is that, KF? Ferris? Artemis? Zatanna?"

    I frowned at Rob and asked, "Artemis and Zatanna are plotting stuff?" He hesitated, and I glanced around the room again. "No, seriously, Renka is the one over in the corner the papers and pencils and notes she won't let anyone see. What made you worry about Artemis?"

    Rob folded fast, dragging me out of the room and into a hall by the elbow. Which… this had me a little worried. I gave him a serious look.

    "Okay, so she knows Dick Grayson at Gotham Academy but she doesn't know it's me, right?"

    "Riiiight," I slowly agreed.

    "So, uh, try to stay turbed, but I've overheard her complaining to Babs a couple times."

    Something in my gut twisted nervously.

    "Complaining… about me?" 'Crud, crud, crud, we've only been going out for like a week! She liked our first date just fine, and we met up at that café… How'd I already mess this up? She's been fine when we're face-to-face! She were making out just yesterday!'

    "I think so," Rob admitted with a wince. I put in the effort to stop chewing on my lip. "I'm not totally confident; a bit fident, y'know?"

    "Right." 'Artemis has never been one to not say things to my face, so…' "Until she tells me otherwise, I'm gonna assume that this is, like, girl locker room talk stuff, same way guys brag about stuff they didn't do, girls complain when they aren't unhappy. Right?"

    "That's…"

    "Yeah, I probably owe her dinner and a movie proper, as soon as possible," I agreed distractedly, trying to remember what was playing. Nothing came to mind, so I shook the thoughts away. "Okay, if you know about Artemis, do you know what Ferris is plotting?"

    Rob shrugged. "Remember when she started fuming while we were at Cadmus? I mean, you were back with her and I wasn't."

    "Um, duh. You think I could ever forget?" 'Visibly pissed, she's almost as scary as pissed Batman!'

    "Well, it's apparently a double-whammy, 'cause not only is she pissed at whatever set her off at Cadmus, but she thinks it should be overwhelmingly obvious why she's pissed, and that means she's traught even less asterously since no one else is quite sure. Which… I mean, Kaldur and Superman have a list of like, six things they think she might be pissed off about, but they're not sure which. Whatever the problem is, she thinks it's something she can help fix, and she's also angry that no one else has already helped to fix it," Rob listed off with a shrug, "so she threw down a challenge that if the League doesn't take care of it by the end of this week, she'll start doing things herself."

    "Uhh…" 'He just out and says that, and doesn't start worrying?' "Rob, my man, why aren't we more worried about this? 'Cause Ferris taking steps on her own accord seems like a bad idea," I pointed out anxiously, but my best friend only shrugged.

    "She's been really distraught about not doing much of anything recently, and letting her do her best to handle this will keep her active and distracted about things other than being stuck in a wheelchair," he told me. "I know we all think she's got a rep, and Ferris does tend to be cunning and brutal, but she's also pragmatic about being legal, and being mostly stuck in the wheelchair means she can't just go out and fight whoever she's ticked at. She's going to look things up, probably recruit us into a sting or sic the cops on them, and still feel accomplished."

    I couldn't entirely argue with that. It didn't make me feel any less worried, though.

    "Just… remember, Renka's at her most dangerous when she's got a plan, Rob," I warned, "and she knows psychology and politics pretty well."

    "Huh? Yeah, so do I…" he pointed out uncertainly. I decided to spell it out.

    "Renka hasn't been in the public eye much, but that new article by Lois Lane just came out, they were playing her old recorded TV news clips for days after Roanoke, and all the government guys know about her. She's probably got enough political capital to get away with murder, and she knows it. And even if the list is right about what has her ticked, we don't know which bit, or how she's going to 'handle it'."

    It looked like I got through, 'cause Rob frowned as he thought that over.

    "How who's going to handle what?" Zatanna called from the end of the hall. At least she made Rob grin goofily.

    "Oh! Zee, hey, how are things," he babbled.

    "Dude, stay tracted," I complained to him. "We're just worried about what Ferris is planning in the TV room," I told her. "We think it has to do with getting pissed over Cadmus, and what she's plotting to fix it. Any insights? Like, from one magic girl to another?"

    Zatanna raised one eyebrow. "Right now? I know her plot about Cadmus involves something she's going to talk about with Martian Manhunter tomorrow, then she's doing something in Qurac on Wednesday-," 'That reminds me, I should tell Zee to give Robin a birthday surprise,' I realized evilly as Zee continued. "-and she's had me help her read through a few score pages of print-outs about the Book of Oa, the Emotional Light Spectrum, and other stuff. But right now I'm pretty sure she just planning out a dungeon campaign." Zee smirked.

    "Book of- wait, a dungeon?" Rob asked.

    Zee gave him a flirty wink. "Bingo! She and Jericho are going to be co-running a Dungeons and Dragons night for anyone on the Team that wants to play. The first round'll be either tonight or tomorrow night, before she takes her trip to Qurac, if you want in."

    "Oooooh," I hissed. "Tempting, but finals are coming up and English is kicking my ass. We'll see how it goes."

    "I'm up-to-date on my grades," Rob bragged, "so yeah, I'm in. Uh, you're going to play too Zee, right?" She nodded at him.

    "Dare you to play a lunk-head barbarian," I taunted, because it would be so him to try the tricky rogue character. "Oh, hey, Zee, can I beg a favor off of you? I think I'm in the doghouse with Artemis, so I'd like some advice? Can we talk?"

    "Oh? Yeah, sure." She and Robin high-fived before he disappeared, and I led the way to my room. "Have you upset Artemis or something?"

    "Not sure, but maybe," I hedged. "Anyway, it can't be a bad idea to do something special, right?"

    "Hmmm…" She seemed to agree, we bantered back a few ideas, and then she asked what was in it for her to help out more.

    "Other than doing a solid for a friend? Wellll," I drawled. "You know how Robin is forbidden by order of Bat to tell you anything about his secret ID? As it so happens, I am not so forbidden, and his birthday is Wednesday." Her face lit up. "Good luck."

    "You too," Zee agreed. "If you need more ideas or whatever, I'm in."

    "Just a second," I added before she could leave. "Why was Ferris reading the Book of Oa and stuff? Oa's the planet where the Green Lantern Corps was formed, right? So it's their history? Rules and regulations?"

    "A little of all of the above," Zee said with a hand wiggle. "But, she stores determination in her electrum-minds and the rings run off of willpower, right? And then, there's another color that runs off of compassion. Indigo. I bet she's planning to work in that stuff."

    "Cool. Can't wait to see what she'll do." 'At least it'll be less dangerous than the Cadmus thing,' I hoped.
     
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    • Obloquy said:
    "Cool. Can't wait to see what she'll do."
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    This is not the appropriate tone to take with your reaction here, KF. It is not. :eyeroll:

    e: To be clear "fear", "trepidation", etc. might be better given Renka's apparent mood.

    e2: I see that edit, Oblo. No no, so far as my recollections shall be concerned there was no last-minute realization of doom from KF. He shall go to his grave knowing that at this very moment his thoughts were neutral-to-positive with regards to Renka's plans.
     
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    Hmmm, knowing what we know about Hemalurgy... I wonder if she's planning on using it to help Match?

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    Copper - is used to steal Mental Potency, including quickness of wit, perceptiveness, memorization ability, and general intelligence.

    Bronze - is used to transfer Mental Quadrant Allomancy, which is the ability to burn copper, bronze, zinc, and brass.

    Zinc - is used to transfer Emotional Stability from one person to another, making the recipient less easily traumatized or controlled by more esoteric means. This doesn't mean it makes the recipient more emotional; it makes it harder for them to feel extremes.
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    It seems to me that Copper and Zinc spikes could be used to great affect in this case.

    Plus She's looking thru the book of Oa, and in the comics the Guardians of Oa did sentence Sinestro to the death penalty and did their best to carry it out. If they approved the use of a death penalty they might be receptive to making Hemalurgic spikes in the case of condemned prisoners. I mean, it's the sort of cold logic I could see the Guardians agreeing with.

    Alternatively, it could have nothing to do with Hemalurgy and she could be planning to try and help the Genomorphs by informing the Guardians of their situation. Since the protection of Life and Liberty in their assigned sector is supposedly one of the principles each lantern in supposed to uphold, the fact that there is a slave race being created and used by Cadmus well within a Green Lantern sector is prolly something they'd be REALLY interested in.

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    I really hope that this happens as I always liked the idea of the Green Lantern Corps intervening on earth. It seems like a great way to explore so many interesting political consequences and implications which are typically ignored by most comics.
     
    My guess is that Renka has been looking up Green Lantern laws relating to sapient species. Given that Cadmus Labs is essentially enslaving their Genomorph population I think she's planning on siccing the GLs on Cadmus!
     
    Hm. There is certain angle I am not sure anyone in the threads considered yet - brought upon by Knight-Radiant above.

    Creation of the spike can be used to insure that one sentenced for execution actually stays dead once the verdict is carried out... Trough critical spiritual damage inflicted in Spike creation.

    At least this can be done if I did not misread again :oops:
     
    Kurkistan said:
    This is not the appropriate tone to take with your reaction here, KF. It is not. :eyeroll:

    e: To be clear "fear", "trepidation", etc. might be better given Renka's apparent mood.

    e2: I see that edit, Oblo. No no, so far as my recollections shall be concerned there was no last-minute realization of doom from KF. He shall go to his grave knowing that at this very moment his thoughts were neutral-to-positive with regards to Renka's plans.
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    Whoops! :oops: Edited in response to this, and then got distracted while editing the cross-post on SpaceBattles, sorry, didn't mean to frame you.

    But yes, very perceptive that this is not necessarily any better. Unreliable narrators and people who don't know everything.

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    Oh god, Renka's planning to use Hemalurgy to make a Green Lantern into an electrum Twinborn, isn't she? Holy shit that would be OP.
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    Lacking any source of Lerasium, (or Endless-level reality warping,) she could at most make the person an Electrum Ferring. But yes, even that'd be pretty OP.

    The Froggy Ninja said:
    Giving the emotional spectrum to a quasi-demigod of Ruin is less dangerous than Cadmus? That shit drives people insane.
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    Sure, ;) but Kid Flash doesn't know that. The public knows about Green Light via the GL heroes, and about Yellow Light because Sinestro has shown up alone once or twice to pick fights, but the idea of there being other colors (let alone what they do) is news to everyone except the internet nerd forums who gush about this type of stuff.

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    Hmmm, knowing what we know about Hemalurgy... I wonder if she's planning on using it to help Match?

    It seems to me that Copper and Zinc spikes could be used to great affect in this case.

    Plus She's looking thru the book of Oa, and in the comics the Guardians of Oa did sentence Sinestro to the death penalty and did their best to carry it out. If they approved the use of a death penalty they might be receptive to making Hemalurgic spikes in the case of condemned prisoners. I mean, it's the sort of cold logic I could see the Guardians agreeing with.

    Alternatively, it could have nothing to do with Hemalurgy and she could be planning to try and help the Genomorphs by informing the Guardians of their situation. Since the protection of Life and Liberty in their assigned sector is supposedly one of the principles each lantern in supposed to uphold, the fact that there is a slave race being created and used by Cadmus well within a Green Lantern sector is prolly something they'd be REALLY interested in.

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    Could potentially be used to help Match, although that is not the first person she'd think it's be most helpful for.

    And... I hadn't considered the cold logic of Guardians being willing to make spikes. Huh. Given its unpredictable affect on recipients, it might be too destructive/unpredictable, especially since they still don't exactly understand magic. But it's a thought.

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    Hm. There is certain angle I am not sure anyone in the threads considered yet - brought upon by Knight-Radiant above.

    Creation of the spike can be used to insure that one sentenced for execution actually stays dead once the verdict is carried out... Trough critical spiritual damage inflicted in Spike creation.

    At least this can be done if I did not misread again :oops:
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    Hmm... Yes, theoretically doable, assuming there aren't other things that interfere. Getting someone this hard to kill captured in the first place would be pretty difficult in the first place though, but yes, under those circumstances it's doable.

    It also wouldn't work (presumably, though there may be ways I haven't thought of,) on beings so oddly made that they don't have blood or Hemalurgic Bind Points to target. Word of Brandon is that Hemalurgy can be done on animals, (though he doesn't specify if that's stealing traits from them, giving abilities to them, or both,) but not on plants, so it probably wouldn't help with fighting Swamp Thing, for instance.
     
    Obloquy said:
    "But right now I'm pretty sure she just planning out a dungeon campaign." Zee smirked.​

    "Book of- wait, a dungeon?" Rob asked.

    Zee gave him a flirty wink. "Bingo! She and Jericho are going to be co-running a Dungeons and Dragons night for anyone on the Team that wants to play. The first round'll be either tonight or tomorrow night, before she takes her trip to Qurac, if you want in."
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    Anyone want to roll sense motive on that? Because Renka running a session after what happened at Cadmus seems a little out of the blue. Come to think of it, have they played anything else since they got sucked into that game Zee got from Clarion? What happened to that game anyway, did they get rid of it or do they still have it?
     
    Tandristy said:
    Anyone want to roll sense motive on that? Because Renka running a session after what happened at Cadmus seems a little out of the blue. Come to think of it, have they played anything else since they got sucked into that game Zee got from Clarion? What happened to that game anyway, did they get rid of it or do they still have it?
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    Part set-up for something else, part establishing that their lives aren't all about the mission so they can have fun and do hobbies as well, and part... well, pay attention to the dates. It's November 29, so 4 days after Cadmus (from Wednesday to the following Sunday).

    If that isn't convincing, note that Zatanna is "pretty sure" but not positive, and you'll see whether or not in a few more installments.

    EDIT (to answer the post below): The magic game thing got confiscated by Dream's Chief Librarian after the Team members got out, because it wasn't supposed to be in the Material Plane.
     
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    Come to think of it, have they played anything else since they got sucked into that game Zee got from Clarion? What happened to that game anyway, did they get rid of it or do they still have it?
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    That's a good question, I kinda skimmed the Cosmere Jumanji arc though, so it might have been discussed earlier in the thread what happened to it.
     
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    Side Character Perspectives: 4 & 5
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    • Side character perspectives - part 4​

    Uncle Dudley

    * November 29

    "Ooh! I have the perfect idea," Billy shouted, suddenly pulling away and running to the cross walk.

    Even knowing that his nephew was a wise child, and had known better since before that crazy wizard made him Captain Marvel, Dudley H. Dudley still felt his heart skip a beat as a car raced by.

    Billy had dutifully stopped by the edge of the sidewalk, however, so he contented himself with calling, "Wait up for me, little man! I'm not as young as I used to be."

    "Oh. Right. Sorry," Billy apologized, and dutifully held his uncle's hand across when the sign said to walk. "Now don't. I've told you, it's my job to carry everything, and I'm quite alright," he chided gently when the too-good-for-his-own-good tried to take one or two of the shopping bags at the other side, so that the old man wasn't so laden down. "Now, what was your perfect idea?"

    "That!" Billy declared, pointing at the pottery paint shop. "I want to paint something for Renka. Can I, Uncle Dudley? Do we have time?"

    He chuckled. "Well, it usually takes a week or two to fire something after it's done, so I'm glad you though of this now. Speaking of which, I can think of someone I want to paint something for, too. Shall we?"

    "Yes! Woo-hoo, thanks Uncle Dudley!" Billy cheered, tugging his uncle over and then holding the door open.

    "I have to ask, does she celebrate Christmas?" Dudley asked as Billy peered around the shelves of unfired clay shapes. "She's not… from America, is she?" From this dimension would've been more accurate, but they were in public, and even if people ought to write it off as an old man humoring his nephew about a TV show or some such, he'd rather not risk it.

    And, truth be told, the idea was still very strange to him. He'd encountered a lot of odd things in the years since Billy had been recruited by a wizard as 'a bastion against evil,' and heard tell of even more, but a woman from another dimension was a whole new piece of odd.

    At least she was a sweetheart, and in an innocent way, not a questionable one. Dudley had only been born at the end of WWII, and at 5-8 he hadn't been affected by the Korean War, but he'd been barely 15 when the Vietnam War began.

    He would've gotten away with lying about his age to enlist, but his asthma disqualified him anyway. When they'd started showing pictures of the napalm bombings, he changed from mad to glad. He still shivered at some of what he saw second-hand.

    The point was, he sympathized with the woman who'd lost her childhood to war, and whom his nephew was helping have a second one. The idea of a sleepover with a woman twice Billy's age had been odd, but she'd been upfront about it when he wouldn't have known the truth without her telling him, so he let them try.

    And Dr. Fate was reported to like her, so that was a point in her favor. The man in gold had been tied with Wildcat as his favorite heroes growing up, until he'd by chance met the first Flash in person.

    Granted, from what Billy said, he wasn't sure if it was the same man in the helmet as it had been in the war, but Billy's explanation when he asked about the funeral had also included something about the real Dr. Fate living in the helmet like the Wizard….

    It was all a bit beyond him, to be honest.

    "If she doesn't celebrate Christmas, that just means she isn't going to get me a present," Billy reasoned, returning with his chosen piece of pottery and a pallet of paints. "I can still get her a present, and it can be a Get Well Soon gift instead."

    "Is she getting well? You said she was starting to walk on her own again, I remember," he inquired gently.

    "Yup! She gets frustrated at everything, but she's okay, and she's getting better," Billy confirmed.

    "That's good. What are you going to get her?" Dudley eyed the dish Billy had chosen.

    "A candy dish! You know, because we hung out on Halloween, and candy," his nephew explained. "I'm going to paint it green like a Christmas tree, and then I think I'm going to put on orange ornaments, like jack-o-lanterns!"

    "It sounds like something she'll enjoy. Hmm…."

    "Oh, I know that noise! You have an awesome suggestion," Billy crowed, "don't you? C'mon, tell me tell me tell me, pleeeeease."

    "Alright, alright," Dudley laughed. "I was thinking it might be a bit odd to put Christmas and Halloween things close together. If it's a candy dish, maybe you'll want to put on candy corn decorations, and other sweets."

    "Oh, yeah! That's a great idea, Uncle Dudley," Billy agreed, and set to painting on the green with a gusto.
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    Side character perspectives - part 5​

    Alfred Pennyworth

    * November 29

    Having been alerted of her return by the security system, Alfred had the garage door open before his co-worker could attempt to knock with her hands full.

    "On the ball as always, boss," the short redhead complimented, staggering through with a dozen pizza boxes in her arms.

    "I aim to please and impress, Miss Alice. I will take these," he declared, deftly plucking six boxes from the top so that she could more easily see where she was going.

    "You didn't say the brand was important, so I just went to DK's. Is that okay?" she asked earnestly.

    Alfred's nose wrinkled. "While I detest the idea of connecting my creations to their name, I have no objection to using their boxes. And I detect you purchased something for yourself, as well?"

    "Yup," she confirmed cheerfully, sliding all but the bottom box of her pile onto the granite counter-top of the kitchen.

    "That I might find offensive, that you would prefer greasy fast food over my edible artistry," he declared faux-snidely, with the same arrogance he'd once used in to play Don Adriano de Armado in his board-treading days. "Why I never."

    "Aww, don't be like that Mister Pennyworth," she pleaded, even summoning crocodile tears to her eyes. "Why, it ain't anything personal; Ah jus' dint want to upset your English sensibilities by askin' you to put pineapple an' anchovies on a pizza pie!"

    "Alice Elizabeth Tesla," the butler declared icily, eyes narrowed. "I do believe your accent is showing."

    "Ah! Where?!" She gave a scandalized gasped and glanced down to examine her maid uniform.

    A moment later, they both broke out in chuckles.

    "What can I say? I'm still a college student at heart," Alice confessed more seriously when their shared laughter subsided. "I figured I'd keep this in my personal pantry for when I got midnight munchies while working on a new batarang design."

    "You have a new design already?" Alfred inquired, returning to the pasta he had on boil. "I remain quite impressed by your productivity."

    "Not so much a new idea as a new chance a designing an old one properly," the redhead elaborated. "Ooh! I picked up the wires I needed while I was out, so just give me a second. Where is-?"

    "I placed the kettle beside the coffee beans," he informed her, stirring the simmering tomato sauce. "Taste this, if you will?"

    The maid placed the Kelvin Kettle on a free area, far from any food, and bounced over to touch her mouth to the sample spoon. "Hmm… New, but I don't know what you put in it. I like it, though. What's the secret ingredient?" she inquired, applying a pocket screwdriver to the kettle.

    "My dear, if I told you, it would cease to be a secret. I can only hope Master Dick will recognize it."

    "Oooh," the maid mused distractedly, fiddling with the battery casing that powered the kettle's internal thermometer. "Something he'd recognize, I wonder why? An old family recipe from some long-lost papers, perhaps?"

    "It is both a surprise and a secret, Miss Alice," he said, serene as ever.

    "Aaaaand… thaaaat's… there we go! Good as new," she declared brightly, efficiently returning all unused supplies to her pockets.

    "Many thanks, Miss Alice," Alfred said warmly, taking the kettle and putting it on a free burner. "I confess, many of these new-fangled contraptions you favor-," The maid giggled, knowing he was playing up his age and down his understanding. "-are beyond me, but despite my doubts, the simple act of adding a thermometer has, I admit, made it much more efficient to brew a reliable pot of tea. I would be most distraught to inform Master Bruce that my birthday present from him had ceased to function."

    "Any time, old man. Any other projects? If not, I should go check how well my modified Roomba is handling our stairs."

    "I am afraid the answer to that is: not very." The redhead wilted at his news.

    "What happened?"

    "I am uncertain," he admitted, "but Master Dick brought it to me before he left for the cave to see his friends. He said he found it upside-down, and a climbing arm was misaligned."

    "Ooooooh….! Curse you, my mortal nemesis! I'll get you yet!" She vowed, storming off to reconfigure her pet project.

    Alfred chuckled, and his ears informed him he was not the only one.

    "Master Bruce," he declared, spinning around and affecting a scandalized demeanor. "I do believe I have banned you from this room repeatedly. We do not want another of the incidents with the wet socks, or the Bunsen burner."

    The butler's act had its desired effect, and the small smile on Bruce's lips not only lingered, but grew slightly. That sight always struck a chord with Alfred, having been so long absent from the Manor until the taking in of Master Richard.

    "Don't worry, Alfred, I have quite learned my lesson on that," he promised, making no move to set foot on the kitchen's tiles. "I thought I should let you know that Dick called, and he plans to spend tomorrow night at the Mountain over dinner, for a team-bonding exercise."

    "A pity, as I had planned… Well, as pizza will be the meal of the hour on his actual anniversary of birth, I suppose I can wait until the second of December to try my surprise," the Butler mused. "He will be home tonight, I hope?"

    "Yes." The smirk still had not faded from Bruce's face as he turned to walk away, message duly delivered. It had been twenty years between the death of his parents and the next time he laughed. While Alfred could never condone the reason which had brought Richard Grayson to the Wayne's household, he gave his gratitude to God every early morning that the boy had reminded Master Bruce how to smile.
     
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    • Brilliant as always!
    a nice chapter!
    and that last snippet was nice to see.
    Bruce being able to smile is always good
     
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