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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[totally_bradical]

Okay, so the old British dude is shaken. That can't bode well

"Sure thing."

Oh god oh god it's happening. He's here.

Brad followed along, his head on a swivel as he took in the place. It was... immense. And despite how many kids Bruce Wayne had adopted over the years, the scale of it made the comparative emptiness feel like a weighted blanket pressing down on him.

"So... you raised him after, uh, it happened?"

Brad... Dude. Wtf r u doin?

[nation_gothampc]

Alfred does not reply to he question; he must not have heard it.

"Wait here, please," he gestures to a chair in a waiting room. Then he slips out of the room and heads off to retrieve Bruce.

[totally_bradical]

Oh holy shit. Dude was either really mad or really polite.

Brad planted himself in a chair, fingers picking at the edges of the folder like it was a security blanket.

Wait, had he just... His hand went to his head and, yup, sunglasses still there. He stashed them in a shirt pocket, trying not to make his first impression any worse, and to sort out words in his head. He was going to need them soon.

[nation_gothampc]

A large dog nosed his way into the room. He snuffled in Brad's direction before cautiously making his way towards the stranger.

[totally_bradical]

...PUPPY!

Brad immediately dropped to the floor and began crawling towards the dog. "Look at you, dude. Aren't you just the handsomest boy? Yes you are. Yes you are!"

His mother had never let him have pets.