A little mistaken identity (Dick & MJ)
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dollymixturesTechnically speaking, Bruce Wayne's eldest son had no business hanging around a Wayne Enterprises employee break room.
Technically, he didn't have any business hanging around the Wayne Enterprises building at all, but he'd been dragged in (on his one day off, thanks dad) to give a presentation to the board that his father couldn't give due to being otherwise occupied.
He was on a yacht with some supermodel or other.
(At least, that's what the papers would say, he was actually resting up at home after a particularly nasty injury sustained on patrol the night before).
However, just because Dick had to spend an hour in a meeting room with the board didn't mean he actually wanted to see them, so rather than getting his preparations done up on the 40th floor in one of the board rooms or his father's office, he'd elected instead to commandeer a spare office on the 10th floor, where he knew the executives would never venture, and he could be spared any attempts to have 'friendly chats' with him (usually in an attempt to either curry his, and therefore Bruce's, favour, or to try and get him to make executive decisions he wasn't supposed to make, just to get around Bruce.)
Prepping for board meetings was tiring work, however, so he'd retreated to the break room to avail himself of the free coffee and stop looking at spreadsheets for five minutes. He's leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table, and reading a trashy magazine somebody left. Right now he's reading an article speculating on his own love-life. It's inaccurate.
Technically, he didn't have any business hanging around the Wayne Enterprises building at all, but he'd been dragged in (on his one day off, thanks dad) to give a presentation to the board that his father couldn't give due to being otherwise occupied.
He was on a yacht with some supermodel or other.
(At least, that's what the papers would say, he was actually resting up at home after a particularly nasty injury sustained on patrol the night before).
However, just because Dick had to spend an hour in a meeting room with the board didn't mean he actually wanted to see them, so rather than getting his preparations done up on the 40th floor in one of the board rooms or his father's office, he'd elected instead to commandeer a spare office on the 10th floor, where he knew the executives would never venture, and he could be spared any attempts to have 'friendly chats' with him (usually in an attempt to either curry his, and therefore Bruce's, favour, or to try and get him to make executive decisions he wasn't supposed to make, just to get around Bruce.)
Prepping for board meetings was tiring work, however, so he'd retreated to the break room to avail himself of the free coffee and stop looking at spreadsheets for five minutes. He's leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table, and reading a trashy magazine somebody left. Right now he's reading an article speculating on his own love-life. It's inaccurate.
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Date: 2020-03-29 02:45 pm (UTC)Thankfully it isn't. Only one other occupant besides herself it seems.
Pulling the pencil from behind her ear she sets it down on top of her stack, neatly rearranging the bunch before it should topple over, her back towards Dick.
"People eat there." It's not a reprimand, she isn't his mother. But it is her way of gauging the type of person he is. Will he scoff at her and keep his feet where they are, or will he lower them apologetically. Either way she turns to glance over her shoulder to see what he does, watching him as she moves to fix herself a cup of coffee.
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Date: 2020-03-29 02:58 pm (UTC)Dick's gaze flicks up briefly to the newcomer and he flashes a friendly smile before returning his attention to the magazine. He doesn't want to be that overly enthusiastic person that introduces himself to everybody, not when half of them are probably gossiping about his presence (he assumes) - he'd rather just stay out of their way and let them do their jobs. He's the guest here, this is their work. Which is why he laughs ruefully when she comments about people eating.
"I promise they're clean," he says, but drops his feet to the ground all the same, putting aside the magazine and glancing at the stack of files she's brought in with her. "Busy day?"
Yes, okay, he had intended to stay out of her way but who's he kidding, he's an inherently sociable person, he can't help but want to chat - plus it'll be a damn sight more interesting than reading misinformation about himself.
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Date: 2020-04-12 03:48 pm (UTC)"You sure about that? 'Cos I bet if we took your shoes to one of the labs here, they'd take a sample to the soles and find evidence they're definitely not clean." She takes a sip of her coffee and turns to face him, grinning behind the rim of her mug.
"Busy day, busy week, busy month." Glancing momentarily back at the stack of files on the table behind him, she softly groans. "Don't get me wrong, it'll all be worth it in the end, but right now, I'm running on fumes and..." Lifting the mug in gesture she invites herself to sit at his table, parking herself right into the chair across from Dick.
"I'd ask you the same, but considering you're reading that garbage, you're probably not having a busy day, huh?" She keeps her tone teasing, still smiling. In no way is insinuating he doesn't have regularly busy days. Just that today is clearly not one of them. As far as she can tell, anyway.
"I'm MJ." Still keeping hold of her drink she extends her free hand across the table.
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Date: 2020-04-16 02:55 pm (UTC)"Okay, okay, good point." Dick holds up his hands in surrender, laughter in his voice. He has to admit she's probably right, though he doubts he's going to accidentally make anybody sick with his shoes, unless they decide to eat directly off the table, in which case they've probably got worse things to worry about.
He winces at the fact she's clearly been busy for a while, and wonders if she's just stuck on a particularly difficult project or if this is a common complaint in the company - he doesn't want to pry too much, not when he hasn't really got anything to do with the business side of things at all (except when Bruce makes him), he has no intention of swapping his police badge for this suit 24/7, but if there's an issue going on, well, Bruce will probably want to know about it.
"Working on something special then?" he asks casually.
"Not so busy I can't take a break," he laughs. He's mostly done with his work, he's got time to relax before he finishes it up and heads up to the meeting this afternoon. He leans over to take her offered hand "Nice to meet you MJ, I'm Dick."