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"You've reached Bruce Wayne. I'm unavailable right now. Everything is fine. Don't worry about it."

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[neuroelectrics]

[ just this photo while he's out. ]

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[gqmotherfucker]

[Mornings are hell. Mornings are especially hell if he has to pull himself out of bed (and away from Wanda) with barely any sleep because he has to get to a morning meeting. Lucius, bless his heart, is the brains of the operation, keeping the day to day of the business side of things running along smoothly, and it's useful for Bruce if people don't think he's as sharp as he is... but it still helps keep investor confidence high if Bruce himself still shows up to shareholder meetings and acts like he's at least somewhat behind the wheel. Honestly, his eyelids are feeling heavier and heavier despite the amount of caffeine he ingested on his way over here, but he tells himself he's just saving what little energy he has for his few minutes in the spotlight before he can go doze on the way back to Wanda the Manor.]

[And then his phone goes off and it does more to wake him up than all the coffee he's had since waking up put together.] Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. [The irony of him calling her that when he normally sleeps in so late is not lost on him. He honestly hadn't expected her to be up so early – he'd been hoping to be the one to wake her up when he got home for once, but... well, this is nice, too.]

[neuroelectrics]

Do you know what's missing from this photo?

[gqmotherfucker]

Batman pajamas?

[neuroelectrics]

I hear Batman's kind of a loser.

Besides, do you want me to cover these legs? No.

[gqmotherfucker]

Is that what Alfred's been saying? And what do you think?

Depends. They look good in thigh highs, too.

[neuroelectrics]

About Batman? He knows how to fill out that suit.

You should come home. I'll wear thigh highs for you.

[gqmotherfucker]

So you're saying I should get back to the Manor before you decide to sweep him off his feet instead of me?

[Well, it isn't like he doesn't have contingencies (a recording of his address) in place in case to bow out of the meeting in case of a supervillain crime spree of Justice League alert...]

[The optics aren't the most flattering... but he's spent years cultivating a reputation of being a frivolous playboy. Why not take advantage of that? He'll apologize to Lucius later.]

I guess we'll have to see whether he can cross the city faster than I can.

[neuroelectrics]

He's a busy guy. IDK if he has time for me.

[ saving the city, etc. ]

I guess it's a race between you and the man with the cape.

[gqmotherfucker]

Blow me a kiss for good luck?

[neuroelectrics]

[ her next photo is a darling one, though it could be considered a bit cheeky; she's blowing a kiss at the camera, eyes closed. ]

Is that the kind of blown kiss you had in mind?

[gqmotherfucker]

Perfect.

[It's broad daylight, but while the Murcielago is no Batmobile (well, maybe it's kind of a Batmobile), he makes pretty good time. Maybe the blown kiss for luck from Wanda, even if it isn't in person, really does have some kind of power, because normally, this is exactly the kind of moment when disaster would strike and there would be a breakout at Arkham.]

[Leaving the garage and the Lamborghini behind to investigate the Manor, he wonders where he'll find her, heading for the master bedroom first, knocking on the door before entering if he even gets that far.]

[neuroelectrics]

[ he'll find her in the master bedroom exactly as implied by the photo, the gray t-shirt he might have been able to see the only thing she's wearing under the sheet. well, and a smile. she's wearing the smile she's known for, devious and wicked as she tips her head toward the opening door. ]

You can't imagine how it felt to wake up alone in this bed.

[ lies. he probably wakes up alone it more than she does considering how he sleeps in. it doesn't stop her from making her voice sound as forlorn as possible. ]