This Feels Like it Could be Cat-Tales Panel submitted by blackbatpurplecat
Bruce and Selina in…
Prelude to a (Batcave) Kiss
Bruce noted the short skirt but said nothing. Selina’s new game. She knew he liked it when she came down to the cave during the day. She knew he was a leg man. She knew he liked her to tempt him.
“Forget it,” he said in a gruff show of Bat discipline. “Whatever you want to do, I’m far too busy this afternoon. Police feeds for the last quarter have to be integrated into the database. Interpol’s Crime Bulletin for Western Europe downloaded last night, has to be broken down and cross-checked against the aggregator slush pile.”
“Sounds like a job for Barbara. Or Tim if he’s still being punished for that Marquez business. Pheromones if both of them are busy, seeing that it doesn’t require communication skills beyond touch typing.”
“I like to do it myself now and then,” Bruce lied. “I skim as I go. Pick up some useful data.”
“So you’re not ‘far too busy’ to help me, you’re just being difficult,” Selina said. Her tone was amused, but Bruce turned abruptly, like one of the cats towards an unexpected noise.
“Difficult?” he repeated. “Not ‘a jackass.’”
“They’re not mutually exclusive,” Selina grinned, but Bruce had already swiveled the chair to face her completely and was giving her his full attention. ‘Difficult’ and not ‘jackass’ meant that he’d misread the encounter. Despite the skirt, she hadn’t come to play.
“Maybe not, but you’ve got something more serious on your mind than getting me to come upstairs for lunch or going with you to the Crispin auction so Richard Flay can’t monopolize you.”
“I love the guy, Bruce, I really do. But he’s like the social register Jervis. I bought five pieces of Georgian silver in an afternoon, which is five more than we need. I still don’t know what happened.”
“You’re not the first. Trip Corcoran has the most important collection of Chinese Bronze Mirrors in the country, it’s featured in textbooks. That’s Richard’s handiwork. I don’t think Trip knew when the Song Dynasty was before Richard got his hands on him. Same with Tabitha Hamilton’s Roman glass.”
“Did he ever get you?”
“And you made Alfred very happy.”
“That’s a yes.”
“He can finally put something different in the Adam breakfronts.”
“Bruce what did Richard make you buy and when? Spill.”
“Course we’ll have to make some room. Some of those serving pieces are pretty big.”
“You’re a grown man who goes out at night dressed as a bat. How bad can it be that you won’t tell?”
“Alfred, what’s in the big double breakfront in the Adam Room that you’re tired of looking at?”
“The Paul de Lameries, sir,” Alfred said without hesitation. “While fine examples of the French style by an undisputed master of the craft, the pieces display a continental lack of restraint which is, in my opinion, at odds with the rest of the room and indeed the rest of the Wayne collection.”
“Those are the ones with the lion head handles?” Bruce asked.
“Those are the ones with the lion head handles,” Bruce repeated quietly to Selina.
Her eyes began to shine with a cat’s love of mischief, though she tilted her head at a confused-kitten angle, wondering what he was getting at.
“I’m thinking I should lend them out. To the Freemont House. Vote of confidence in that new Foster and Forsythe system they just installed. And if the pieces did just happen to get stolen, and then subsequently recovered, well, I imagine they’d just… wind up in the trophy room.”