http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2012-02-15 07:43 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.

It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.

With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.

Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.

[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Actually, right now, Cara would argue that the fact there were no dead bodies in her wake as proof her willpower was stronger. "Bruce."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing important," Cara replied, lounging across the couch. It had been a while since she'd had a good lounge. "What about you?"
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds boring," Cara said. "I'm sure there are plenty of better things you could be doing with your time." If he was stumped she'd be happy to help.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yeaaah, even if they had stock markets (that didn't deal directly with farm animals) in Cara's world, she wouldn't care. "Why does it matter what they're doing?"
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless you actually plan on doing something about it, you should stop worrying about it," Cara said, stretching. "Focus on something else."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
The stress of this whole Dow Jones was obviously getting to him. Clearly he needed to be distracted for his own good. "I was under the impression markets closed at night," she said, standing and moving closer to Bruce. "There's nothing you can do right now."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"You need to relax," Cara told him. Did Bruce like his personal space? Because she liked it. "Before you strain something."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
And Cara was just going to take that as an invitation to go from merely invading his personal space to moving to stroke his neck. "I can be very relaxing, if you let me." Bruce remembered how good she was at 'relaxing' him she was, right?
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Bruce had not yet been dragged bodily from the room, after Cara's week thus far, that was a major exercise in patience. "Do I look like I care about other people?"

The answer would be no, Bruce, and there were hardly enough people around to count as an orgy.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I was under the impression you knew it was rude to keep a lady waiting." That Cara's hand trailed along his back instead of down his front spoke to the few scraps of subtlety she retained.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well, maybe if Cara wasn't inclined to use euphemisms that began with lady-, which she wasn't, but that didn't invalidate her point. "There's only one way for you to find out," she said. "Well, two."

If her tone implied that the second was telling him right there in the common room, the only reason she hadn't already thrown subtlety out the nearest window was an increasingly vague respect for Bruce's sense of propriety.
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I suggest you pick up the pace." Cara's voice was throatier than she would have liked, and oh look, that would be her hand on his thigh. "You're hardly the only one in need of relaxation."
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[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2012-02-16 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"This isn't a joke." Cara had spent the past week as a moody, sneezing ball of frustration without even a hint of relief, she'd passed the point of caring about hiding it some time ago.

Still, she moved her hand.