dinner | ❝ i'm gonna make a change, for once my life. ❞ (cont)

[menarebrave]

( continued threads from here! )

[ Bruce honestly isn't sure why he's even joining in all this. It isn't that he doesn't want to spend time with them. It isn't the fact that he dislikes them. It's... so normal. And normal is something that always seems to elude Bruce Wayne. He pushed Dick away, he failed to save Jason, and Alfred is constantly disappointed in him. That was even before the situation with Superman and Lex Luthor...

What the hell are you doing, Bruce?

He sighs and gets out of the car. A click and covering the car later, he is walking up to his own front door. Maybe he should start rebuilding Wayne Manor if they're always going to be over?

Bruce also figures he'll be the one that ends up cooking for everyone. Which is why he's brought things that he needs to cook. Sides, since everyone has already decided on the steak. He hangs up the coat and walks straight to the kitchen.

Hopefully he's beat them all there. ]

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[farcry]

An alien. He hadn't really thought about that. The beer in his hand is probably the fifth, sixth, or something, counting from after dinner. It's probably the reason why he can't quite keep the surprised look off his face, or the look of realization, as if Jon had cracked the code. Alien. That must be it. Something like metropolis. But the look is gone and fades into a humoured smile, loser than his usual.

"Yeah. Maybe." A quiet laugh. "Maybe she has memory loss. But what about the dent in the Porsche? It doesn't have the right markings to be from anything harder."

[morghon]

The dent in the Porsche? Oh, right. "Well if she's made from the same stuff as Superman..." He's not entirely convinced about his own theory that Jane was an alien, of course, but that's all he has at the moment that makes some sense. Robb had sworn the dent hadn't been there before he'd left for the lake house. "Ghost likes her though. Maybe we shouldn't be too worried."

Once empty, he abandons his glass altogether to just drink from the bottle, because what the hell, it's not like they're at the dinner table anymore anyway. But he finds his eyes drifting back to the distance again, where their hypothetical alien girl is now ankle-deep in the water and she's grinning like an idiot that she is. Then again his brother always did have questionable taste.

[farcry]

Dick follows Jon's gaze out to the lake, where the girl is looking at the water and the stars and the plants like she's never seen them before.

"Kinda obvious she's not from here." And obvious that he's way too drunk to be thinking this hard about anything. "Whatever, weirder things have happened like Supes. So long as Ghost's got her checked out." Dick snorts an easy laugh as he takes a swig of his beer, as he runs through Jon's thought process. Makes a lot of sense. "You think we gotta warn Robb? Has he been with an alien before?"

[morghon]

"Well, she's not in Kansas anymore." Ha ha, it's a joke, okay? Jon's not... good at jokes. But Dick's observations are on point; Jane does look like she's never seen stuff like water and the sky and plants before. Should he be concerned for Robb?

Nah.

"He's dated worse," Jon answers, waving a hand dismissively at the idea of warning Robb. It's obvious, too, that he's way too drunk to want to think hard about anything. "All pretty, nice legs, but not much in here." He taps the side of his head. "But they all like him, anyway." Does he sound jealous?