Does he have her eyes?

[totally_bradical]

"Well dude, here goes... something." A young adult, upper end of college age at a glance, with blue eyes and black hair that he hoped wasn't too messy after his walk (he'd had the cab drop him off almost a mile away) approached the outermost gate of stately Wayne Manor. He was wearing a polo shirt at least half a size too small, collar popped, and a pair of khakis and high-tops. A thin folder was tucked under one arm.

He rubbed the back of his head as he paced back and forth in front of the gate a few times. "Come on... butch up. You wearing a rut at the man's front door ain't gonna help anything." Before he could talk himself out of it, he lashed an arm out and pressed the buzzer, holding it maybe just a little too long before releasing it. He fidgeted with the sunglasses pushed up his forehead as he waited for a response.

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[fanboy_power]

After a moment or two, there's a little crackle from the speaker as someone starts to answer.

"Hello. Oh um, Wayne Manor. How c-can I can help you?" the voice sounded like it belonged to someone on the younger side.

[flyingg]

"Ace, what--"

In came Dick Grayson, in loose gym clothes (because he had been using the actual normal gym, albeit the gymnastics part of it) following the dog. He blinked at the young man approaching Ace, then tilted his head, ready to intervene if Ace took a disliking to him, but, honestly?

The dog deserved every bit of affection hi would accept, anyway. He wasn't going to interfere otherwise.

[nation_gothampc]

Once they were alone, Bruce turned to Brad.

"So. What is it you'd like to talk with me about?"

[nation_gothampc]

Bruce stands at the window, watching Brad leave, Alfred at his side.

"Alfred?"

[nation_citizens]

Down the way from Wayne Manor, a shadowed figure observes from the shadows, watching Brad's cab leave...