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]

Brad sat up, but kept petting Ace. "Yeah, no doubt. Didn't say much." MERCIFULLY.

"I've got some kind of important stuff to talk to Bruce Wayne about."

[flyingg]

A flash of a smile. "That's me. I'd ask if you're here to see me," since a lot of people who come here do know about Dick, but a lot fewer of them ones that Dick doesn't know, "but I think you'd have let me know already."

He was rather certain that Alfred, even without saying much, would have gotten all the necessary information, which means any of the usual questions would be only a repetition. So instead, he crouches on Ace's other side, petting him, as well.

"How has your day been, Brad?"

Dick might have been tired, but simple hospitality and friendliness didn't cos that much.

[totally_bradical]

"So far, just a day. Leg day at the gym, breakfast, long ass walk so the cab didn't know where they were actually dropping me off. Pretty standard really, dude.

"Let you know what kind of day it really is after I talk to the big guy."

[fanboy_power]

A moment after the words 'big guy' are said, Eddie appears in the doorway. He might just sneak up on people even if he wasn't trying. He's dressed in jeans and a red polo shirt with a Robin-logo over the heart in gold.

"Excuse me," he offers a quick smile to Dick. "If y-you mean Mr. Wayne, he'll be here soon. He's j-j-just finishing an important call."

[nation_gothampc]

He is here.

He's already in the room, his eyes searching Brad's face, looking for... something.

"Dick, Eddie... could you excuse us, please?"

It was not a request.

[totally_bradical]

Oh. OH.

Get up. Get up right you absolute knob. Wipe off the carpet and dog dander but don't be too obvious about it.

Brad tried to get to his feet with a minimum of awkwardness.

"...thank you for seeing me, Mr Wayne."

[fanboy_power]

"Y-yessir," Eddie chimes, jumping slightly when Bruce just Batmans into the room. "Mr. Pennyworth s-says tea will be ready soon if you'd like some," he adds, trying to get Ace to follow as he slips back out of the room.