bakerstreet | my FIRST SHIP went a LITTLE LIKE THIS

His butler is off today? How was he supposed to even respond to that? He wanted to ask him if it was hard opening the door for himself, but he really needed the job and making some snarky remark could get him in a heap of trouble.

His thoughts were interrupted as he had to practically chase down the taller male. The house, it was huge and he wasn't sure what anyone with a house this big would need with a local handyman. Hell, he had a butler.. wouldn't he have someone to fix or repair whatever needed to be?

"Nice house, must be hell to find your lost keys in... " Real smart there, Kon. Like Bruce drove his own car anywhere.

"Good thing I don't ever lose my keys, then," Bruce says. Is that a joke? It's hard to tell, when his voice is so deadpan monotonous, low and earthy and sounding very, very serious. Like he really never dropped his keys somewhere and forgot where he put them. Well, Kon wasn't far off that Bruce didn't usually even carry keys. He never needed to.

At the fancy, wide glass doors in the back, Bruce opened one and held it for the younger man. Outside, it looks even more massive than inside, and one has to wonder what a grown man living the bachelor life really needs with a house that has a hundred bedrooms, a dozen or more bathrooms, a courtyard with fountains, a graveyard, gardens, and even its own private late far in the distance. It may as well be called Wayne Estates at this point.

"Alfred tells me you have experience with building from repurposed wood," Bruce says, finally looking at the young man. "I have the necessary materials on site, and I will pay extra if you can keep from using anything but my materials." The papers weren't kidding when they called Bruce eccentric.

“I grew up on a farm, most of the time we had to use what we could…” Though, really what was he supposed to build in the first place? Was there anything that the mansion didn’t have? He squinted a bit; did that lake out there have its own boat on it? Most people he knew went out to a public lake when they wanted to go boating. Not that he knew anyone who actually owned a boat, but you could rent them in most places.

Still, he noticed one strange thing or in reality he didn’t notice a single thing. That thing being any other people, of course. Part of him was starting to wonder if this was an intro to some horror movie. Glancing to his left a bit, he couldn’t exactly picture Bruce running around with a pick ax and a mask, but anything was possible, right?

“Did you have something in mind? I can’t really tell what I’ll need until you tell me what you… uh want.” But, he had the feeling that he could find something in the huge place to use as material, plus he did know a few places back towards his house. Hell, if the money was good enough he’d even use the shack of a place he called home.

What did he want, indeed. Looking at the young man gave him a few ideas of what he was capable of.

"I have blueprints for the specifics, yes." Bruce moves to a nearby workbench that he has just moved outside. It's clear from the setup that it's not out there very often and that it must mean he's ready for the project to get started.

Gesturing to the blueprints on the top, Bruce then nods his chin towards the lake. "I want the gazebo out there, overlooking the lake. It will need to be made to these specific sizes." Which was huge. "I can show you the materials I have and get you setup."

Gazebo? Well, that was easy enough; he had done plenty of those through his short lifespan. They were pretty easy, and he was sure he could do it repurposed materials. At least, until he caught a glimpse of the actual size that Bruce wanted. That wasn’t a gazebo that was a palace. But, considering the size of the house he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“You like things big, don’t you….” He really needed the extra money, so he’d have to do it with repurposed materials somehow. Making ends meet with the way the economy was going wasn’t working very well, and he didn’t want to go back to Smallville, not after getting a taste of city life ad he was willing to do whatever it took to stay.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a pool house or something else you really don’t need?” He found himself leaning up against the balcony’s railing still trying to find something that could help him out of this situation. He really wanted to cut down a tree and use that for his base material, but that wasn’t exactly repurposed. “And you really want it exactly like the blueprints?”

He was hoping to get away from the…exactness of the project. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it; it was just so damn boring making everything look like the perfect whatever the hell he was making. Stretching a bit he turned back to Bruce and offered his most charming of smiles. “Well, either way I should probably get my tools. You wanna watch the master work?” Because, he had a feeling that Bruce wasn’t the type to sit back and let something happen without being aware of the entire operation.

"I'd prefer it as close to my specifications as possible," Bruce says, wondering exactly what changes anyone would want to make to something so perfectly designed. Bruce had built the prints himself. He knew what he wanted and that's what he'd get. It was how his life worked.

"And yes, I'll be supervising while you work." He frowns subtly, more a flinch at his lips than anything else. "Normally, Alfred would bring a lemonade out right about now." It was clear that Bruce had a bit of difficulty feeling normal without Alfred at his side. The man was more than a butler, really, and when he was gone, Bruce felt at odds with his routine. "Can I get you something?"

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” Well, there went his idea of taking a few shortcuts to save time and money. But, with all the material that was in front of him, he was sure he could get through it. It would just take extra time and a little more muscle. That was the thing with repurposed materials; they were great if people like the look of them in their natural state. But, if they needed to be made to look high glass it took a little more muscle.

“So…I’ll get my stuff and I’ll meet you by the lake…” He really wanted to drive his truck back to the lake, but he wasn’t sure how he would be able to do that without ruining the grass. “You wouldn’t happen to have an access road or anything? I mean, I can carry all my tools by hand, but it might take longer… plus, I’ll need a generator

"Don't worry. I've got most of the things you'll need ready in the lakehouse."

Yep. Lakehouse.

"I'll give you a hand." And maybe the most surprising turn of events was watching Bruce Wayne yank aside his tie and shuck off his nice, white, pressed shirt, stripping down to his undershirt, which clung to every muscle he had. And despite how lazy he must appear to Conner, Bruce has a lot of muscles to look at. Toned and hardened, if you got a look at him like this, you wouldn't know he was a playboy billionaire.

He was sure that the lakehouse was probably five times the size of his little place in the slums. He wasn’t really expecting any help, people tended to sit back and watch him do all the work and lifting. Still, he couldn’t help but watch in some sort of amazement at the scene that unfolded in front of him.

“You don’t have to do that…uh.. I mean, it’s my job to carry my own equipment. But, we can look and see what you have set up already. Maybe I won’t need anything.” Though, he was sure there would be something missing, and he really did need to get his tool belt from his truck.

“Let me just run and grab my tool belt and I’ll meet you at the Lakehouse.”

"Sure you can find it okay?" Bruce asked. Yeah, see? He had a sense of humor buried in there somewhere. It was just a bit dry. Probably why he and Alfred got along so easily for so long.

And with that, he moved down the staircase and onto the walking path through the gardens. You could get lost in a place like that, but the path guided you, mostly, in the right direction, to the lake and the grounds beyond where Bruce did a lot of his exercise regiment. Having your own bike and jogging path was pretty nice.

At the lakehouse, which Conner was right to assume would be huge, Bruce waits. He's cleared out most of the furniture and things that would get in the way, and the rest of the electronics were covered, as was the indoor pool. Equipment lay in piles, tons of wood that would be more than enough, along with other recycled materials. No further harm would come to the environment if Bruce could help it.

"It's so small, I might miss it." and off he went in a trot to get his tool belt.

Kon had lost his flannel shirt back at his truck, left in his own black tank top. He didn't want to get it ruined, and he already knew that it was going to be too warm for it anyway.

Once he made it back to the Lakehouse he had to stop for a second. Lakehouses were supposed to be little shacks; they were not supposed to be big enough to be their own house themselves. But, it did explain why the Gazebo had to be so damn big. A small one just wouldn't look right next to such a big place.

Peeking into the house he gave Bruce a little wave before he started to move some of the wood out into the place that was designated the new Gazebo’s home. After a couple more trips, Lon ended up giving up on his shirt stripping it off and tossing it to the side as well. It was getting hotter as the day went along, and he didn’t see a point in trying to overheat himself especially when he was there by himself.

Once he had moved enough of the wood, he started working on trimming it to the sizes he needed and sanding down various pieces so that he didn’t have to try to do it all at once. “I know you like to supervise, but you have to like what you see.” It was a dangerous statement, but Kon was proud if the way he looked, and if Bruce was going to watch him do everything like that, he was sure as hell going to make a comment about it.

"Mmm," is Bruce's ever-distant answer. He does like what he sees, the young man's body nearly up to par with his own, calloused and bruised and even scarred in all the right places, from a life spent using his hands, working his way through the cities to finally make it to Gotham.

After another moment, Bruce draws near, offering the exact tool that Conner was about to reach for before he gets there.

"I suppose Alfred neglected to inform you that I'm very...hands on. Is that going to be a problem?"

“He didn’t really tell me much.” Outside of being careful around certain subjects. Originally, for some reason he had thought that Alfred was Bruce’s father. But, that thought was put aside when he realized that he was probably the butler. Still, he wasn’t sure how to answer Bruce’s last question.

He didn’t really care if someone was hands on or not. In the long run as long as they didn’t get in his way, he could care less. On top of that, he knew that he was going to have a couple of days work if he wanted to do the job right and not half ass it. There was no reason to risk getting Bruce upset with him about something so small. “I don’t mind. It’s better than having someone yelling at me about stuff they don’t really know anything about.”

He stood up from the crouch he was in and wiped the sweat off of his face before moving to grab his shirt and doing the same to his body. “The last guy that hired me swore up and down that he was a carpenter, did nothing but get in the way to the point that I just left the site.”

"I guess I should stay out of your way, then," Bruce says, admiring the view of Conner's hard, sweaty, toned body from as close as they are. Bruce, who could have any woman he wants in the entire world falling all over themselves just to breathe the same air, really wanted nothing to do with those types. His 'type' was more like the young man standing before him: ripped, masculine, young.

It had been a problem once upon a time; now, Bruce just figured he ought to embrace it. People already thought he was weird and eccentric, anyway.

"Although, I know a lot about this stuff. I helped build some of the additions to Wayne Manor. And frankly, I know what I like; I just need someone with more technical know-how to fill in the blanks."

There was a slight twist at his mouth for a moment. "Anyway, that's not what I meant by hands on."

The only thing he had heard was that Bruce Wayne was a playboy. He didn’t really read into it more than that because people were allowed to what they wanted. Plus, he wasn’t known as the most chaste person in town. Kon tried to put those thoughts into the back of his mind as he turned back to working on the base of the Gazebo. He heard the last comment and he knew exactly what it meant.

Once he nailed in the piece of the platform he was looking at, the younger male stood a bit stretching his arms over his head. “Joining in on the construction costs you extra, Mister Wayne. But, I’m sure we can work some kind of discount out…”

It's a nice show, with or without getting to put his hands on Kon, but Bruce is nothing if not stubborn. He wants what he wants, and he knows how to get it. Right now, he wants handyman Kon and getting him? Shouldn't be a problem.

"You can call me Bruce," he says, stepping closer, completely ignoring the talk of money. They both already knew he had enough to throw out the window if he wanted or use it as mulch in the garden. Whatever Kon wanted for his services, Bruce was more than happy to pay. Discount or no.

Part of his was screaming at him that this wasn’t a good idea. That, the whole situation could get messy pretty damn fast. But, he couldn’t deny that he liked the attention. Still, the money thing was a joke, he really wasn’t that type of person. If he wanted to…deviate from the work he was doing, he did it because he wanted to.

“Bruce? And here I thought you would like me calling you Mister Wayne.” He took one last glance to the side before his eyes drifted over to the lakehouse. He was all for the great outdoors, but there was still this thought that there could be some random reporter lurking under a rock or in that pile of dirt down the way.

“I think I need a tour of the lakehouse, Mister Wayne.” He was going back to the formal name, even if the smile said otherwise.

my FIRST SHIP went a LITTLE LIKE THIS

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sorry smut is taking forever. damn you, broose, stop showing off

I do not mind! We will get there. xD

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