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[There's a smile in Dick's eyes as he watches Bruce and his suspicions, then the way he moves as he gets out of bed and shuffles over to the drinking cart. It was obviously the most logical place for Bruce to go after being forced to stay in bed. It would have certainly driven Dick to drink and he wouldn't have been nearly so civilized about it. There wouldn't have been a glass, merely a long sip from the bottle that would have burned his throat and warmed his stomach most perfectly.

Tapping the papers in front of him, Dick shrugs. It's nothing more than the usual. It's only one small bid, and he really doesn't have any proper leads on it, more of a gut feeling and that's why it's annoying. He brought it for Bruce to look at the evidence and see if his gut fettered out the same feeling. That was the only thing Dick missed about working with people. He trusted himself implicitly, but sometimes it never hurt to have two sets of eyes.

That's one thing this Bruce has yet to learn to enjoy. There are things that two people can do that make life and work easier. ]

I work nights, keep busy during the day. You know how it goes.

[A small wink and a slight laugh.]

Tell me about what you were working on before this. I promise not to steal the case. I'm merely interested.