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Battinson on Twitter Part 4: Devastation
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Bruce typed out his latest response and flopped over onto his back. Across the room the broken glass glinted in the accursed sunlight.
His phone buzzed. He poked at it.
"Hn."
"Hi, Bruce," came the tense voice of his PR manager.
Michelle. "Hn."
"So," she smacked her lips, a telltale sign that she was irritated. She was so easy to read. "So," she started again, "you decided to post. Again. Without running it by me first?"
"I dropped a glass." Why should he have to run it by her?
"Everyone Go Away?" she quoted sharply. "Not the image we're trying to cultivate, Bruce-"
Bruce stared at his phone for a moment, blinking, then hit End Call. He was done talking for the day and she could email him. Besides, he needed to investigate that pushy reporter Clark Kent. Something about the man was off.
"I hope you know I'm not cleaning up that broken glass," Alfred's voice cut through his thoughts. "Go get the broom this instant before Dick gets home and hurts himself."
"Hnnnrgh," Bruce replied.
"I'm making tater tots."
Bruce shot to his feet.
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