“A Parent’s Daydream”

Bruce stared absently out the window even as the lawyers at the conference table engaged in a modern clash of the, ahem, Titans. They rambled and shouted and he even thought he heard one cry.

“Bruce...?”

Lucius.

“Bruce…what do you do think?”

Bruce didn’t pull his attention from the window until he felt a slight vibration from his jacket pocket. Taking out his cell phone, he hit open the message application.

“From: Dick—Back from space. Mustard & ketchup o just mustard?”

Bruce let out the tiniest of sighs and redirected his attention toward Lucius. “Why don’t we review the stipulations of the contract again? I don’t remember these effects being projected at the time of acquisition.”

Under the table, he typed, “Mustard. 10 mins.”

The End