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Tim wasn’t freaking out at all. No siree! He hadn’t forgotten to set his alarm after returning from patrol to make sure he’d get up on time. It wasn’t like there was a very important event he was supposed to attend tonight. And, it certainly wasn’t anything that could forever change the trajectory of Wayne Tech and quite possibly the rest of Wayne Enterprises. Nope! Nothing like that at all!
Sometimes, Tim wondered why Bruce thought letting a 19 year old high school dropout have such a large degree of power in his family’s business was a good idea. Common sense would dictate that was a horrible idea, actually. That wasn’t even including the fact that Tim spent his nights running around Gotham fighting whatever new schemes the rouges came up with. So who could really blame him for forgetting to set one little alarm? He was a busy guy!
By the time Tim had woken up, there were 23 missed call notifications on his phone. In all honesty, it was nowhere near the highest number he’d ever racked up, but it was still able to make his stomach drop when he remembered that he had somewhere to be. He probably set some kind of record with how quickly he rushed to get ready for the event before heading out the door of his apartment. Luckily, he had recently managed to find a place only a couple blocks from Wayne Tower and could make it there in under 10 minutes.
Inside, several crews were hauling around tables and chairs, along with everything else that needed to be set up. The teen quickly made his way over to the elevator and pushed the button for the floor he knew Bruce would be on. With their guests. Fuck. He was supposed to greet them when their car arrived to the tower.
As the numbers on the screen flew by, Tim checked his appearance in the reflective walls of the elevator. Suit straight, cuffs rolled evenly, fix the hair. By the time the doors opened, Tim was sure he looked about as decent as he could for a man that woke up not even an half an hour ago. God, he needed caffeine.
Tim took one last breath before opening the large, wooden doors, ready to face whatever greeted him on the other side.
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Several months ago, Tim had found a small, independent company based in Japan that had begun selling designs for many high-tech machines and tools. He brought it up to Bruce, and after analyzing them for hours, both agreed that the company and designers would greatly benefit Wayne Tech, as well as their night work . There was a certain silent flying drone the size of baseball outfitted with a live-feed camera and mic that Tim had his eye on.
Wayne Enterprises soon reached out, offering hundreds of millions to buy the company and for access to every design produced. The company’s CEO was rather eager to hear the offer and quickly accepted. And today was the day where Nishigori Kouta and his son would fly in and sign the final papers needed to complete the process.
Of course, Bruce had an entire background check done on the man and his family before even considering the purchase. He had found that Nishigori had come from a wealthy family that had been developing technology for decades. However, it wasn’t until the past few years that the designs produced began to increase exponentially in value that any notice was taken.
He also had a very similar adoption problem to Bruce, with a new child entering his care every couple of years. It did seem odd that many of them had limited, if not entirely missing records, but Babs eventually concluded that the kids came from troubled pasts that didn’t allow records to keep tabs on them, and Nishigori had just made a habit of taking in these types of children.
As odd as it seemed on the surface, there was nothing below that indicated anything more than a man giving kids a second chance.
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“Tim!” Bruce greeted upon seeing his son enter the office, “How nice of you to finally join us.”
To anyone else, Bruce’s smile would seem warm and inviting, but Tim could see the frustration in the creases on his face clear as day. He would definitely be hearing about this tonight.
“Please excuse my tardiness.” Tim’s inner businessman spoke. “There were some unforeseen delays I had to deal with.” Jeez, he was beginning to sound like Damian.
“It’s quite alright,” a soft, but sure voice responded. Tim turned to see a young man with messy brown hair seated next to an older Japanese man. “I imagine you’re quite the busy man.” He pushed himself out of his chair and extended out a hand. “I’m Adam.”
Tim shook the young man’s hand and took note of his features. He had clear western european heritage, but if he had to guess, the vigilante would also throw Turkish into the mix as well. His voice was also laced with an accent, but that sounded distinctly Japanese, most likely from the years spent in the country.
“Tim Drake-Wayne. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you and your father.”
Behind Adam, Nishigori was now standing despite Tim never hearing leave his seat. He was a rather short man, only a few inches taller than Tim by a few inches, with greying hair and a gentle, kind smile.
“Your father speaks very highly of you, young man. It will be a true pleasure to have someone as bright as you being able to bring my own son’s designs off the screen and into reality.”
“Adam designed all that?” Bruce blinked in surprise, “That’s quite impressive for someone your age.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t design anything,” Adam chuckled lightly, “That would be my brother, Anansi. I have quite a difficult time keeping up with all his ideas. He’s the real genius of the family.”
The next hour flowed by with easy conversation, as Bruce and Nishigori expressed their excitement with the deal before moving on to talking about their families and numerous children. Expressions of praise and pride moved between the two men while their sons exchanged embarrassing stories of their siblings.
“Hey Tim,” Bruce eventually interjected, “What do you think of taking our guests for a ride around Gotham before we go back to the manor for dinner?”