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Continued from x with @bruce-wayne-rp
''Leslie. This is a surprise --''
Bruce's startled expression softened when he took in her words and the wrapped gift in her hands. ''Thank you, Leslie. You needn't have. Come on in, please, can I get you anything?'
“As if I’d let your birthday just pass us by. Don’t be silly.” Leslie admonished without any real heat to it, heels clicking against the solid wood flooring of his office.
“I’m fine, thank you.” She waved him off, taking a seat in one of the armchairs, eyeing the paperwork strewn across his desk. With a suspicious look, albeit tinged with amusement, Leslie jutted her chin out before passing Bruce the small wrapped photo frame. “You aren’t working today, are you?”
Leslie beamed, pleased with Bruce's reaction. "The same way I get most of you to do anything." She shrugged easily. "Cashing in owed favours, thinly veiled threads and a tiny amount of blackmail."
The group photo was crammed to the brim with the smiling faces of Bruces brood. It was chaotic, reminiscent of the viral oscars selfie but getting all of Bruces children, wards, mentees all together at once was no small feat. Even Jason had gone along with it in the end, lurking in the background. "Dick helped me co-ordinate it all. Getting them all in one place at the same time took longer than I'll admit."
"Theres a suited up version too. I'll send both electronically, but I thought this one was more office desk appropriate." Pulling out her phone, it took Leslie a few moments to figure out where the picture was, before offering it to Bruce to take a look.
Continued from x with @bruce-wayne-rp
“Leslie. This is a surprise –”
Bruce’s startled expression softened when he took in her words and the wrapped gift in her hands. “Thank you, Leslie. You needn’t have. Come on in, please, can I get you anything?’
“As if I’d let your birthday just pass us by. Don’t be silly.” Leslie admonished without any real heat to it, heels clicking against the solid wood flooring of his office.
“I’m fine, thank you.” She waved him off, taking a seat in one of the armchairs, eyeing the paperwork strewn across his desk. With a suspicious look, albeit tinged with amusement, Leslie jutted her chin out before passing Bruce the small wrapped photo frame. “You aren’t working today, are you?”