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Bruce scrolls through the website opened on his computer. He glances over his screen, watching for anybody possibly entering his home office.
He scrolls further, cheeks pinkening at listings of fluffy cow plushies. His eyes catch on one, markings over the eyes resembling a vigilante mask. A bat-cow. He needs it.
Before he can even think to check which card he’s using, he’s staring at a receipt page. It’ll arrive within a few hours. Bruce pales.
It’ll arrive at Tim’s office at Wayne Enterprises. For a literal daddy, Bruce never knows best. He gets up and runs to his car.