Bruce Wayne didn't build his lair overnight either.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean was still in the luxurious room. It was neater this time. Relatively. Less food particles and drink scattered around, and more blueprints and dimensions on scrawled paper. His shirt was tucked in, and he was wearing a belt around his jeans as he walked around pacing.

He was currently on the phone, speaking with someone on the other line, "Yeah? Listen I got some plans here that I need some guys to get started on pronto. Yeah. I'll have the plans faxed over to you, but this has got to be made top priority. Also what've you got lying around the armory? Uh-huh. What about ammo? All right. Listen, bring some of that up here, plus 50 pounds of rock salt. Yeah you heard me. Rock salt. Like the crap you put down in the winter."

More pacing as he ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I told you what I need, what's the problem? Or should I tell your boss about what a hard time you're giving me? Yeah I didn't think so either. All right, thanks." He cut the connection, and set the phone down with a sigh.

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[seductress]

It was hard to say when Lara came into the room, or how long she'd been watching Dean. Not that it mattered, given the way she stood just inside the doorway, leaning against the threshold with a faint smile on her lips. Unlike her usual business attire, this time Lara wore a grey overcoat, underneath which could be seen hints of corset, and a pair of laced up, knee high stiletto boots. The remnants of a day at the studio rather than the office.

She waited until Dean had set the phone down with a sigh before she spoke. "Finally getting what you need, love?"