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thejusticelounge2012-08-13 10:58 am
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i think i wanna (kate)
“Spencer,” Damian Wayne barked as he came into Kate’s office on the Watchtower. She had to repress laughter as the nineteen year-old stalked into the suite as if the fate of the universe depended on him speaking to her, immediately. Little had changed, despite a better part of a decade since they had met. “Spencer, I require your assistance,” he continued, throwing himself broodily down into a chair and snapping his fingers towards the empty coffee machine.
Never ‘Kate, please help me out’, but that was pretty much what he was saying.
Kate rolled her eyes, but by now she knew better than to protest. Getting up from her desk, she started the espresso, then leaned against the table, arms crossed over her breasts, which she knew would piss off the young man (who’d often said, in a fit of pique, that her chest was one of her best qualities). “And a good morning to you, too, Damian. Who have you mortally offended now?” she asked, brows raised. “I told you I’d charge more exponentially the next time you caused a lawsuit. Actually, you signed some paperwork to that effect with the last one.”
“-tt-” Damian huffed. “No, Spencer, hardly.” Something in his face softened just barely, in a way Kate didn’t bother to point out. “Lian has rejected my advances,” he continued. “She insists on having a period of freedom, prior to our consummation of our betrothal. This regardless of the fact that we have waited a considerable period of time for the appropriate time and coming of age…”
He was gesturing fairly forcefully now, and Kate was glad the coffee was only just finished so he wouldn’t knock it over. “Well,” she said, pouring the coffee out. “I’m not sure what you expect me to do.”
“Your…” his distaste was obvious, “intimate relationship to her close relatives is well known.” Damian continued, exasperated, “You are the most sensible and thoughtful woman in her family. You have, relatively speaking, appropriate wisdom. You can talk sense into her.”
Kate stared at him as she handed him one of the mugs, then did start to laugh. “You do recognize who you’re talking about,” she said. “Right?”
“I hope that you aren’t speaking disparagingly of my fiancée,” Damian snapped, then calmed. “But yes. Lian’s…spiritedness…is not unknown to me. What do you suggest, then?”
“Well,” said Kate, setting down her latte. “We could try to appeal to her, uh, ‘baser instincts’ and make her jealous.” She bent a paperclip out of shape into a ring and went down on one knee, eyes sparking in mocking laughter. “Damian, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
“Spencer, don’t be ridiculous,” said Damian, giving her a faintly disgusted look. “Much as I’m aware you fall into the category of ‘MILF’, and despite your other acceptable qualities, you would make a poor choice of mother at this stage of events. You’re over forty.”
“It was a JOKE, Damian,” Kate said, and rolled her eyes before settling back into her chair. “What do I suggest, then…well, I suggest actually talking to her. About your feelings.”
“That’s preposterous. She should already be fully aware of them, I have made my intentions perfectly clear.”
“Sure,” said Kate. “But maybe she doesn’t really realize that you’re, uh, salido about her. You know the stereotypes about teenage boys.”
Damian hissed. “I am not a mere boy.”
“Of course not.” She blew a little on her coffee, then sipped some of the liquid, thanking all that was holy that Ramsey wasn’t anything like this. If she had a dollar for each time she’d thought it over the past several years, she figured she’d have enough for a serious investment opportunity. “But you need to make her realize that. Explicitly.”
Despite the glare on Damian’s face, Kate could tell she was getting through to him, though god knew how the hell he was interpreting her advice. “Well,” he said finally. “This has been enlightening. Spencer, I must decline your offer of marriage—”
“That’s a relief,” said Kate, interrupting, “there are several people who’d probably kill you dead…”
“And I will attempt,” Damian said, ignoring her comment as he got up, “to communicate my intentions more effectively to Lian. However, if your advice is unsuitable, I may consider going elsewhere in the future.”
“I wouldn’t dream of thinking otherwise, Mr. Wayne,” Kate said, and let Damian walk out of the room with purpose before locking the door behind him. “Bueno, eso pasó,” she muttered, then thumbed open the door to the bedroom. “You hear any of that?”
“Enough of it to want to tar and feather him, darling dove.”
“Are you going to warn Lian?”
A blond head stirred from rumpled sheets, with a faint snort. “As if she can’t handle that brat far better than anyone else. If he shows up in the infirmary later looking like a hedgehog with arrows for spines, he fucking deserves it. Besides, Katie, it’s 6:30 in the goddamn morning, are you coming back to bed?”
“You try telling Damian Wayne that you have other plans,” said Kate. “He already thinks I’m a middle-aged round-heeled hoyden.”
“You gonna show me just how round?”
“Maybe,” Kate replied, taking off her suit jacket. “Depends on the inspiration.”
Never ‘Kate, please help me out’, but that was pretty much what he was saying.
Kate rolled her eyes, but by now she knew better than to protest. Getting up from her desk, she started the espresso, then leaned against the table, arms crossed over her breasts, which she knew would piss off the young man (who’d often said, in a fit of pique, that her chest was one of her best qualities). “And a good morning to you, too, Damian. Who have you mortally offended now?” she asked, brows raised. “I told you I’d charge more exponentially the next time you caused a lawsuit. Actually, you signed some paperwork to that effect with the last one.”
“-tt-” Damian huffed. “No, Spencer, hardly.” Something in his face softened just barely, in a way Kate didn’t bother to point out. “Lian has rejected my advances,” he continued. “She insists on having a period of freedom, prior to our consummation of our betrothal. This regardless of the fact that we have waited a considerable period of time for the appropriate time and coming of age…”
He was gesturing fairly forcefully now, and Kate was glad the coffee was only just finished so he wouldn’t knock it over. “Well,” she said, pouring the coffee out. “I’m not sure what you expect me to do.”
“Your…” his distaste was obvious, “intimate relationship to her close relatives is well known.” Damian continued, exasperated, “You are the most sensible and thoughtful woman in her family. You have, relatively speaking, appropriate wisdom. You can talk sense into her.”
Kate stared at him as she handed him one of the mugs, then did start to laugh. “You do recognize who you’re talking about,” she said. “Right?”
“I hope that you aren’t speaking disparagingly of my fiancée,” Damian snapped, then calmed. “But yes. Lian’s…spiritedness…is not unknown to me. What do you suggest, then?”
“Well,” said Kate, setting down her latte. “We could try to appeal to her, uh, ‘baser instincts’ and make her jealous.” She bent a paperclip out of shape into a ring and went down on one knee, eyes sparking in mocking laughter. “Damian, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
“Spencer, don’t be ridiculous,” said Damian, giving her a faintly disgusted look. “Much as I’m aware you fall into the category of ‘MILF’, and despite your other acceptable qualities, you would make a poor choice of mother at this stage of events. You’re over forty.”
“It was a JOKE, Damian,” Kate said, and rolled her eyes before settling back into her chair. “What do I suggest, then…well, I suggest actually talking to her. About your feelings.”
“That’s preposterous. She should already be fully aware of them, I have made my intentions perfectly clear.”
“Sure,” said Kate. “But maybe she doesn’t really realize that you’re, uh, salido about her. You know the stereotypes about teenage boys.”
Damian hissed. “I am not a mere boy.”
“Of course not.” She blew a little on her coffee, then sipped some of the liquid, thanking all that was holy that Ramsey wasn’t anything like this. If she had a dollar for each time she’d thought it over the past several years, she figured she’d have enough for a serious investment opportunity. “But you need to make her realize that. Explicitly.”
Despite the glare on Damian’s face, Kate could tell she was getting through to him, though god knew how the hell he was interpreting her advice. “Well,” he said finally. “This has been enlightening. Spencer, I must decline your offer of marriage—”
“That’s a relief,” said Kate, interrupting, “there are several people who’d probably kill you dead…”
“And I will attempt,” Damian said, ignoring her comment as he got up, “to communicate my intentions more effectively to Lian. However, if your advice is unsuitable, I may consider going elsewhere in the future.”
“I wouldn’t dream of thinking otherwise, Mr. Wayne,” Kate said, and let Damian walk out of the room with purpose before locking the door behind him. “Bueno, eso pasó,” she muttered, then thumbed open the door to the bedroom. “You hear any of that?”
“Enough of it to want to tar and feather him, darling dove.”
“Are you going to warn Lian?”
A blond head stirred from rumpled sheets, with a faint snort. “As if she can’t handle that brat far better than anyone else. If he shows up in the infirmary later looking like a hedgehog with arrows for spines, he fucking deserves it. Besides, Katie, it’s 6:30 in the goddamn morning, are you coming back to bed?”
“You try telling Damian Wayne that you have other plans,” said Kate. “He already thinks I’m a middle-aged round-heeled hoyden.”
“You gonna show me just how round?”
“Maybe,” Kate replied, taking off her suit jacket. “Depends on the inspiration.”