“I tell you this, the moment that I get back to the office I’m going to be on the phone with Bruce Wayne, personally. We’re going to have a heart to heart. By the time I get through, there won’t even be a position in an executive bathroom for this Bozo!”
“Why wait? I have my phone right here,” Dick reached in his pocket and pulled out his Wayne Tech Digital phone handing it to Conrad.
Taken aback Conrad stared at the phone, then admitted, “Unfortunately I... I don’t have the number on me at this time.”
“Oh that’s ok,” Dick piped up. He was getting that same warm fuzzy feeling he had as Nightwing, just before he nailed the ‘normal’ slime on the streets of Blüdhaven. “Just press two.”
Dick would have paid to have the reaction on the man’s face recorded. “No wait. He won’t be at the office this late. Try three, that’s the house. And if Alfred answers, tell him I should be home just in time for dinner tomorrow.”
No comments:
Post a Comment