my FIRST SHIP went a LITTLE LIKE THIS

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My First Ship Went a Little Like This

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 [taken from magicalgirls]

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[batsintheattic]

"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?"

[t_t_k]

“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.”

[batsintheattic]

"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."

[t_t_k]

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…”

[batsintheattic]

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.

[t_t_k]

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.