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[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Alfred kept the wonderful '82. Cheers.

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[miss-oracle.livejournal.com]

What's the occasion?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Me wanting a good glass of Merlot? You could come over and share. I'm not opposed to sharing.

[miss-oracle.livejournal.com]

Why does this feel like a trap?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

I'm hurt that you'd even think such a thing. Alfred misses you.

[miss-oracle.livejournal.com]

Alfred.

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[miss-oracle.livejournal.com]

[Babs shuts off the communicator with a roll of her eyes and arrives forty-five minutes later, wheeling into the living room and looking around.] Hello-o? Drunk Wonder, where are you?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

[Appears behind her, lifting a wine glass over her shoulder for her to take.] Alfred sends his regards. He hopes you like the Merlot.

[miss-oracle.livejournal.com]

[She takes the glass and peers at him over her shoulder with a small smile.] Alfred. Right. [She smirks at him and then takes a sip out of the glass.] The weather's lovely. We ought to find ourselves on the roof.

[bat-spawn.livejournal.com]

Grayson? Are you drinking?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

I drink all the time. Water. Juice. Protein shakes.

[bat-spawn.livejournal.com]

It is fortunate my father saved you from a life of performing for your supper, Grayson. With your sense of humor, you surely would have starved young.

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Good thing I was never on the comedy circuit, then. I left that sort of thing to the elephants.

[bat-spawn.livejournal.com]

-tt-

Why are you drinking alcohol?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Because I was in the mood for a glass of wine. You make it sound like I'm going on a bender, Damian.

[bat-spawn.livejournal.com]

Any amount will slow your reflexes. Suppose the Justice League needs your help while you're in the midst of indulging yourself?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

[Every now and again it's just freaky how much the kid is really Bruce-spawn.] I can compensate.

[hexappeal]

Why, young man. I believe I'll need to see your I.D.

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

[Hands her a glass.]

[hexappeal]

[Examines the glass.] Everything looks okay to me.

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

...I was giving it to you to drink, but if you want to be my royal poison tester, that's fine too.

[hexappeal]

...I pass on that, but thank you for such a delightful opportunity! [Sips.]

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome. How're things?

[hexappeal]

Quite well, thank you. Every time I least expect it, something good happens. Maybe I should expect good things even less. [Sheepish grin.] How are things going with you?

[a-flyinggrayson.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should expect nothing at all? Just roll with the punches. Thing's are... good. Except for the normal bat-type-situations. Damian's manageable. Tim's home, if a bit broody.