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Part 5
“Sooooooooooo?”
“So what?”
“D, U better?”
“Much. Yes—life’s good.”
“U BMOC?”
“Yeah, right. No. I’m just me.”
“Like I said, BMOC.”
“Funny. How U doing? U like NY?”
“I do, yes. Exciting, big, sometimes scary but good. Come see me.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? D come see me. I want to show you off.”
“How do U know I’m worth seeing? I may be atroll.”
“As if. Come.”
“I’ll think about it. U have a BF yet?”
“Yes, a good one. U?”
“A BF? No, A GF, yes.”
“N?”
“Blonde, sweet, a little bit princess. She’s okay. Her parents know B so they
think I’m okay.”
“They think U’r bank account is okay.”
“I know. It’s not true love. Just a thing 4 now.”
“U sleeping with her?”
“LISA—I’M SHOCKED. WHAT KIND OF GUY DO U THINK I M?”
“Normal. R U?”
“No comment.”
“I knew it. U R. B careful—sounds like she’d like to compromise you.”
“Compromise me? How wonderfully 19th century of you.”
“Bite me. Compromise your assets—and not the ones in your jeans.”
* * *
“Well, Master Bruce, it was bound to happen. He’s no longer a child, after all.”
“I know it was, I just thought that he’d, I don’t know. I guess I thought he’d
take a different route or something.”
Alfred gave Bruce a sideways look. “You thought, perhaps that he would consider
saving himself for the matrimonial or that, perhaps, did your ‘other route’
remark suggest a possible dance on the other side of the ballroom?”
Bruce shook his head, refusing to rise to the bait. “I know the Eltons and I’ve
met Lori a few times. I think her mother is, possibly the only woman I’ve ever
met who makes ‘Bruce Wayne’ look bright and on top of things. From what I
gather, the only she instructed her daughter in was getting married young and to
someone with an eleven figure bank account.”
If Alfred ever shrugged, he would have at that moment. “I have faith in Master
Dick, sir. He’s far too intelligent and prepared to allow such a ‘mistake’
affect his life.”
“No dinner tonight, thank you. I’ll be out.”
“Yes, sir. The annual Cancer Research Dinner, I believe. Your tuxedo is ready
for you upstairs.” He paused long enough to get Bruce’s attention.
“Something else?”
“I was merely wondering how long you intend to maintain surveillance on Master
Dick’s private life. He is, I point out, no longer a child.”
“As long as I believe that he’s in any possible danger.”
“Of any kind?”
“Yes.”
“You do realize his reaction should he become aware of your actions, don’t you?”
“There’s no reason for him to find out.”
“If you say so, sir.”
* * *
“L, U there?”
“Yes, working on an English paper—can U wait til I’m dun?”
“OK.”
* * *
Several hours later.
“L, you there? Still busy?”
“Yes n yes but need a break. ‘Sup?”
“Same old. I think I’m having trouble fitting in—how’s that for a cliché?”
“Pretty normal. Y U say that? U hate U’r roomie?”
“No roomie. I’m in a rooming house and have a single. Live alone. No one in the
house talks.”
“Y? A-holes?”
“Sort of but I think they think I’m an odd duck.”
“’Odd duck’? U’ve been listening to Alfred too much. Y?”
“Money. B is a major big deal. HU wants him to buy them new buildings so the
Pres has me over 4 dinner every week. Profs are afraid to flunk me. Everyone
either sucks up or pretends I’m not here.”
“What about U’r bimbo?”
“She complains I’m not around enuf.”
“R U?”
“Not 4 her, I guess.”
“Where R U?”
“Here, there.”
“Very funny. Take her 2 the Pres house 4 dinner with U. That should be fun.”
“Bite me, L.”
“Good night 2 you, 2, m’luv. Essay calls. L8R.”
* * *
“Were you planning on financing some new facilities for the university, Master
Bruce?”
“No. I don’t want Dick to think that’s the only reason he got in or is getting
decent grades.”
Alfred was becoming exasperated by the Master. Never a shining example of
understanding, he was currently outdoing himself in thickheadedness.
“I do point out that Master Dick has been placed on warning in two of his
classes for incomplete assignments. It seems to me that he’s being pulled in too
many directions, if I may say so.” He continued his dusting while he spoke,
Bruce pretended to go over the Dow/Jones report. “He’s taking a heavy course
load, he’s working on several criminal cases, he’s still involved with the
Titans and he seems to have found himself a young lady. I’m afraid that he’s
simply overextended.”
“Excuse me, did you say something, Alfred?”
He actually sighed with annoyance, a gesture lost on Bruce at the moment.
“Nothing I suspect you don’t already know, sir.”
TBC
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