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A little mistaken identity (Dick & MJ)
Mar. 27th, 2020 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justlikeacircusTechnically 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.
