Bat-labored

[batdweeb]

[During his nightly escapades Bruce has found a few fliers pinned to telephone poles and the like, asking for help with an upcoming event called "Spooky Night." The details have been sparse, but the gist seems to be "show up at the cathedral, put up decorations, get paid X amount at the end of the day."]

[Bruce doesn't have any money in Freesia, which has been nagging at him for a while, even though food and shelter have been readily available. But while the job doesn't pay that much, he figures it won't hurt to have some spare cash stashed away, and he has the time and energy for a day's labor.]

[Besides, running after shadow rats can only keep the stir craziness down for so long.]

[So, morning of September 9th, Bruce shows up bright and early and dosed with coffee. The lady overseeing the Spooky Night setup doesn't seem pleased to see him- especially after he makes a comment about Halloween, something that earns him an irritated/confused look- but she doesn't turn him away either.]

[Bruce is immediately set to work unfolding tables, moving boxes, moving benches, and stringing up lanterns in various corners in and out of the cathedral.]

[The actual work isn't difficult, although after the third time he's asked to take down that lantern you just put up and put it in another corner or actually, they'll need the masks by the door and wait, we might not have enough space for the benches in here... There's a distinct edge of exasperation to Bruce's expression as the morning goes on.]

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[barb_notbabs]

Bruce Wayne, hanging up Halloween decorations. For cash. It's just another sign that Barb is most definitely not in Gotham anymore.

Well, if anyone needs money it's a college student who's been dragged across multiple universes. Combine that with a chance to see her fearless leader at work, and.

Well, here she is. Putting up lanterns.]

[batdweeb]

[Gotham was nice, wasn't it? He could make money by literally doing nothing, because that's what happens when you're a billionaire with a properly set up bank account.]

[Not that Bruce is doing a bad job- he might be exasperated by their indecisive supervisor, but the actual decorating and hauling stuff is well in hand.]

[He's mostly hauling stuff, actually (Can't let those muscles-upon-muscles go to waste) and he pauses by Barbara with a box stuffed full of lanterns.]

Need any extras up there?

[barb_notbabs]

[Wow. Way to rub in all those muscles he has, which she doesn't. ...Well, she's got her own style. Being small has its advantages, too.]

I'll take three extra large to go. I think the supervisor's going to want them somewhere else, soon.

[batdweeb]

[He's not deliberately rubbing in the fact he's bigger and stronger than Barbara and just about everyone else within a thirty meter radius, honest.]

[Bruce shifts his grip on the box and passes a werewolf lantern to Barbara.]

You're probably right. I hear we'll have to settle on something by this evening, though.

[barb_notbabs]

[Well. She'll just have to satisfy herself with her astounding ability to crawl into tight spaces. She'd like to see Bruce try that.]

Are you coming to the party?

[batdweeb]

[Barbara, this is Bruce. Knowing him he probably managed to track down the world's no. 1 expert in Crawling Into Tight Spaces and made them teach him everything they knew.]

I might take a look, but I'll have to leave early. I've got other plans for tonight.

[Bruce continues to casually hand over decorations, so Barbara will just have to imagine a conspiratorial wink for herself.]

[barb_notbabs]

[...Okay, point. But she's still pretty sure the small gymnast has a natural advantage.]

Maybe I'll join you. [Wink imagined. It's good to be in the link.]