Something I Don't See Often
I know 42 different forms of martial arts, 35 different languages, virtually all forms of interrogation, and my expertise on various sciences could earn me multiple PhDs. I know this city's major criminals more than themselves, right down to their blood-types. One thing I will never, ever understand is why I bother to visit the Wayne Enterprises building. Lucius gladly handles all the gruntwork of running the company, And hardly anyone is ever really thrilled to see me. I sit at a table full of money-hungry executives who are about as interesting to me as the television shows Tim watches. I can hardly stand how horribly dull it is. So I call up Alfred, and I leave. I can get some real work done when I get home. I can already see Alfred in my day car through the building entrance. On my way out, my drive home is hindered by a man I really didn't want to see.
"Mister Wayne! Wait, please! I--"
"Whatever is is you want Arthur, the answer is no. I don't deal with criminals."
"Well, actually, you kinda do..."
"Smarter than you look. You know what will happen to you if you don't stay quiet, right?"
"Y-yes, I know. But please, I need to talk to you."
"First, you talk to me. You should be serving 15 at Blackgate right now. Your sentence isn't even half over. How are you out?"
"Government came through, demanded some morons for a suicide mission. I'm the sole survivor. I've seen horrible, horrible things for this country."
"The worst part is that's entirely believable. What do you want from me?"
"Some kind of job. Something to make myself a decent member of society."
"A few years ago you could care less about being 'a decent member of society'."
"I know. Those years are behind me. I don't care for stupid clues or stolen money. That suicide mission I told you about? It...changed me. It made me realize the only things I have worth living for are my family."
"So you just want me to get you to your daughter. She's not interested in you."
"I know. I deserve it. Look, I just want to show her I'm not the scumbag she was forced to grow up with anymore. That I can be a good father."
"You've had many chances times and you blew every one of them. I don't see why you deserve another one."
"I know but-hey, wait-don't-MISTER WAYNE!"
"What?"
This dress suit costs $3,500 dollars and it can't even take the winter cold. And this man, this lowlife is wasting my time. I put as much bite as I can into my response to his pleas. This was where he starts to surprise me. He falls to his knees, clasps his hands together, and actually begs to me.
"Please...I know I'm worthless. I know I don't deserve your time or anything I'm asking for, but please...my family, my daughter...I love my daughter. She's all I have left. Please, Wayne, just one chance to take everything back. One chance to make her happy. One chance to get her to forgive me. Please...it's I have left to live for...."
".... 8 A.M at my manor gates. If you're not there then, I don't want to see you. Ever. Got it."
"Really!...I mean, uh, thank you! I'll be there!"
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"I saw the entire spectacle, sir. Might I ask what Mr. Brown wanted from you?"
"A chance to take everything back. A chance to rekindle with Stephanie."
"Did you give him it?"
"Yes."
"I know It's my business to ask sir, but may I ask why? Stephanie has quite the animosity towards her father."
"He got on he knees and begged for it Alfred. I shot him "'the look' for it and he didn't budge."
" "The Look'? What in heaven's name is?....Oh dear. That poor man..."
"Not quite. I didn't see an ounce of fear in his eyes Alfred. I instead saw something I don't see often in the eyes of people like him."
"And just what was that?"
"Honesty."
Something I Don't See Often
I know 42 different forms of martial arts, 35 different languages, virtually all forms of interrogation, and my expertise on various sciences could earn me multiple PhDs. I know this city's major criminals more than themselves, right down to their blood-types. One thing I will never, ever understand is why I bother to visit the Wayne Enterprises building. Lucius gladly handles all the gruntwork of running the company, And hardly anyone is ever really thrilled to see me. I sit at a table full of money-hungry executives who are about as interesting to me as the television shows Tim watches. I can hardly stand how horribly dull it is. So I call up Alfred, and I leave. I can get some real work done when I get home. I can already see Alfred in my day car through the building entrance. On my way out, my drive home is hindered by a man I really didn't want to see.
"Mister Wayne! Wait, please! I--"
"Whatever is is you want Arthur, the answer is no. I don't deal with criminals."
"Well, actually, you kinda do..."
"Smarter than you look. You know what will happen to you if you don't stay quiet, right?"
"Y-yes, I know. But please, I need to talk to you."
"First, you talk to me. You should be serving 15 at Blackgate right now. Your sentence isn't even half over. How are you out?"
"Government came through, demanded some morons for a suicide mission. I'm the sole survivor. I've seen horrible, horrible things for this country."
"The worst part is that's entirely believable. What do you want from me?"
"Some kind of job. Something to make myself a decent member of society."
"A few years ago you could care less about being 'a decent member of society'."
"I know. Those years are behind me. I don't care for stupid clues or stolen money. That suicide mission I told you about? It...changed me. It made me realize the only things I have worth living for are my family."
"So you just want me to get you to your daughter. She's not interested in you."
"I know. I deserve it. Look, I just want to show her I'm not the scumbag she was forced to grow up with anymore. That I can be a good father."
"You've had many chances times and you blew every one of them. I don't see why you deserve another one."
"I know but-hey, wait-don't-MISTER WAYNE!"
"What?"
This dress suit costs $3,500 dollars and it can't even take the winter cold. And this man, this lowlife is wasting my time. I put as much bite as I can into my response to his pleas. This was where he starts to surprise me. He falls to his knees, clasps his hands together, and actually begs to me.
"Please...I know I'm worthless. I know I don't deserve your time or anything I'm asking for, but please...my family, my daughter...I love my daughter. She's all I have left. Please, Wayne, just one chance to take everything back. One chance to make her happy. One chance to get her to forgive me. Please...it's I have left to live for...."
".... 8 A.M at my manor gates. If you're not there then, I don't want to see you. Ever. Got it."
"Really!...I mean, uh, thank you! I'll be there!"
............................................................................................................
"I saw the entire spectacle, sir. Might I ask what Mr. Brown wanted from you?"
"A chance to take everything back. A chance to rekindle with Stephanie."
"Did you give him it?"
"Yes."
"I know It's my business to ask sir, but may I ask why? Stephanie has quite the animosity towards her father."
"He got on he knees and begged for it Alfred. I shot him "'the look' for it and he didn't budge."
" "The Look'? What in heaven's name is?....Oh dear. That poor man..."
"Not quite. I didn't see an ounce of fear in his eyes Alfred. I instead saw something I don't see often in the eyes of people like him."
"And just what was that?"
"Honesty."