Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 17:31:46 GMT -5
Ever since he received the first email at the beginning of this week, he couldn’t help but ponder over his old childhood friend’s suddenly unexpected arrival in Gotham City. He would’ve gauged Tommy to make more of an announcement upon stepping foot back into his home town – after all, the man had proven himself to be fantastically successful and rather extraordinary given the accountings of his travels all around the world for the past few years. Make that, Dr. Tommy Elliot, actually.
He certainly earned his striped in upholding that doctor’s title – proving himself to be one of the world’s most innovative, highly skilled, and wildly successful surgeons ever known. The man was practically a god behind the scalpel and mask – creating life when there was nothing but death to work from. Giving hope when all but despair was left. Tommy certainly had done well for himself on his own over the years away from Gotham, despite his own childhood tragedy of losing a parent so unexpectedly. Bruce could relate to that specific similarity… It bonded the two childhood friends, made them close and gave them something to support one another through.
But, life has that funny way of taking certain people down one set of paths and other people… Well… Batman. Nuff’ said. Bruce had paid mild attention to his friend’s success overseas as a talented up-and-coming surgeon, keeping minimal contact with the man here and there usually in the form of an email congratulating him over some sort of medical accomplishment. But their lives kept them busy and priorities eventually managed to have them grow apart… So it wasn’t until the random surprise pop-in email he got from Tommy earlier that week stating he was back in Gotham that Bruce had the man even cross his thoughts in the past couple of years. A luncheon was arranged once scheduling was worked out and the date to catch up with his childhood best friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot was now set.
Keeping things in lieu of “just like the old days” Bruce had arranged for Tommy to meet up for lunch at Wayne Manor – giving the famous doctor a chance to say hello to another old, friendly, familiar face – the butler and Bruce’s caregiver Sir Alfred Pennyworth. It was an hour before Thomas was due to arrive at the Manor and considering there was no such thing as free time in Bruce’s world, the brooding Dark Knight clad in a casual slacks and polo combo could now be found sitting before the massive glowing screen of his batcave’s super computer. He had been running a semi-thorough check over Thomas Elliot’s background and credentials. Not that he didn’t trust his old childhood friend but… Hell, this was Bruce. Everyone went under a microscope in his world. Thomas was no exception.
“Alfred,” Bruce suddenly spoke into the computer monitor’s min intercom, “Be sure to get out and prep the onyx and diamond carved Chess set. I remember Tommy seemed to like that set the best…”
His words trailed off, a very subtle sign that only someone with the expertise like that of Alfred’s would be able to pick up on that minor hesitation. Bruce’s way of getting Alfred’s opinion and approval, really.
He certainly earned his striped in upholding that doctor’s title – proving himself to be one of the world’s most innovative, highly skilled, and wildly successful surgeons ever known. The man was practically a god behind the scalpel and mask – creating life when there was nothing but death to work from. Giving hope when all but despair was left. Tommy certainly had done well for himself on his own over the years away from Gotham, despite his own childhood tragedy of losing a parent so unexpectedly. Bruce could relate to that specific similarity… It bonded the two childhood friends, made them close and gave them something to support one another through.
But, life has that funny way of taking certain people down one set of paths and other people… Well… Batman. Nuff’ said. Bruce had paid mild attention to his friend’s success overseas as a talented up-and-coming surgeon, keeping minimal contact with the man here and there usually in the form of an email congratulating him over some sort of medical accomplishment. But their lives kept them busy and priorities eventually managed to have them grow apart… So it wasn’t until the random surprise pop-in email he got from Tommy earlier that week stating he was back in Gotham that Bruce had the man even cross his thoughts in the past couple of years. A luncheon was arranged once scheduling was worked out and the date to catch up with his childhood best friend, Dr. Thomas Elliot was now set.
Keeping things in lieu of “just like the old days” Bruce had arranged for Tommy to meet up for lunch at Wayne Manor – giving the famous doctor a chance to say hello to another old, friendly, familiar face – the butler and Bruce’s caregiver Sir Alfred Pennyworth. It was an hour before Thomas was due to arrive at the Manor and considering there was no such thing as free time in Bruce’s world, the brooding Dark Knight clad in a casual slacks and polo combo could now be found sitting before the massive glowing screen of his batcave’s super computer. He had been running a semi-thorough check over Thomas Elliot’s background and credentials. Not that he didn’t trust his old childhood friend but… Hell, this was Bruce. Everyone went under a microscope in his world. Thomas was no exception.
“Alfred,” Bruce suddenly spoke into the computer monitor’s min intercom, “Be sure to get out and prep the onyx and diamond carved Chess set. I remember Tommy seemed to like that set the best…”
His words trailed off, a very subtle sign that only someone with the expertise like that of Alfred’s would be able to pick up on that minor hesitation. Bruce’s way of getting Alfred’s opinion and approval, really.