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   Driving to work on a Tuesday morning without Alfred’s wake up call mind you, Bruce decided to head out early and get things done on time for once. But he could no do that amount of work without a bit of a boost, so he stops at a coffee shop somewhere in downtown Gotham. He exits his car walks into the store. The place was relatively empty, only a few people inside. Which is good considering the amount of stares he would be getting for just being there. “One mocha latte please.” He asked politely reaching for his wallet.

                “...No, I’m fairly certain that is my cat.”

The grin blossoming on his face said enough; Bruce was both in awe && utter bliss at the sight of the other, knowing this time around that this event would be much different from last time. No master plan had been made beforehand — but who knew what questionable guests might show up. At least he would have his sidekick.

There was a dramatic pause between them. Junior hadn’t been in Gotham for too long, but if anyone could tell that someone wasn’t 100% normal, it was him - Nergal Jr, a freak of nature, outcasted by everyone he knows for reasons even he doesn’t seem to understand.

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* - For an early morning text.

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“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that stealing is bad?”