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“Batman does.”
“Batman’s lying.”
More laughter shakes my frame.
“The only thing his ass is doing in these is taking glamor shots.” I chuckle further while she simply shakes her head. “You get up and get your own, Mr. Wayne. I already did arms today toting around my shopping bags.”
Rising to my feet is attached to inquiring, “You enjoy yourself?”
“I would’ve enjoyed it more had you come with.”
Rather than respond to the comment, I continue my casual questioning, “You have any trouble locating the stores I have accounts with?”
“No.” She wildly wields around the thick leather accessory. “Puppet Boy texted me between meetings with his recommendations from the eight-page list-”
“It wasn’t eight pages.”
“-so, I went with those.” Watching her struggle to fasten it is adorable. “There was a whole Pretty Woman vibe to one of the places that pissed me off, but Puppet Boy swore they even treat him like that, and he shops there regularly.”
“Where?”
“Why?” She impishly grins. “So, you can have someone fired?”
“Or everyone.” Her sarcastic head tilt is followed by me assisting in the proper dressing process. “I don’t tolerate disrespect very well.”
“Then you’re about to be really pissed at what I’m about to do in this cape.”
Curiosity has me cocking my head until she stretches her arms out to “fly” off across the room. The childish sight receives small chortles, yet the “superhero” pose she strokes next to the unlit fireplace results in my head lulling back in laughter.
“See,” Bryn juvenilely taunts, “these things are much more fun when you play with them.”
I simply shake my head again and fasten the thick cloth around my neck.
“How’s everything divided around here?” Her attention shifts to the space over her shoulder. “By year? Issue number? Author?” She slides over to the area she was staring at. “And why are they in bags?”
“To preserve them between reads.”
“Nerd,” Bryn good naturedly goads under her breath.
“And they’re in order by publication date – including the graphic novels I’ve acquired.” I cross the room, properly closing the door during my passing by. “You’re currently in the land of just the Bat as it is nearest the vault.” Pointing to the far corner of the wall she’s facing occurs next. “Which you get to down there.”
She swiftly slides in that direction like I expected. “Is there a secret lever?! Tell me there’s a secret lever to pull!”
“Pull the Bat light on display in the corner.”
There’s no hesitation for her to execute the instruction, and the instant she does the comic book filled wall cracks open granting her access inside. “Ohmygodddddd!”
Uncertain of what makes me happier – her excitement or getting to share this piece of myself with someone else – I merely lovingly mingle in the doorway.
Lean against the wall.
Watch her skim and scan and awe at my more prized pieces that are kept in higher security display cases.
“Gonna guess the ones worth more than your father’s car collection are in there,” she says on a playful point to the vault wall.
“Yes.”
“This is…” her head whirls around in amusement during her body’s spinning back to me, “insane.”
