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  <description>&amp;quot;Early- yeah, its an old habit. I uh, I already gave your room a sweep and its clean of any bugs.&amp;quot; He took Alfred&apos;s bag, and pointed. As they walked he continued. &amp;quot;Things are good here, they&apos;re going really good. Really, really good.&amp;quot; He said, emphatically. He hit the number for the top floor, and waited for the doors to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, yeah um- classes are going really well. Between work and class I&apos;ve got a lot on my plate- but I mange to keep busy...&amp;quot; he said quietly. With a ding the elevator comes to a stop on the 14th floor. When they exit, Dick has to guide Alfred to the right. &amp;quot;Actually, I&amp;#160;had them change your room when I found out it was facing south- I&amp;#160;know you like to be able to see the sunrise in the morning.&amp;quot; He said, leading Alfie toward the executive suites- rather than the humble room Alfred had booked for himself.</description>
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  <description>Dick wandered into the Bludhaven Hilton Hotel at 9:20am, earlier than he had any logical reason to be for a 10am brunch. It was a habit he had developed in his early years with Batman, a kind of one-upmanship game, where whoever arrived first gained the advantage of the shadows, and attempted to surprise the other. More often than not, Bruce won- but in his later years Dick had evened the odds considerably. He blinked forcefully, a slight tic he used to avoid dwelling on unpleasant memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick was dressed to the nines- sweater-vest, suit jacket- the whole shebang. Usually he injected more of his personal style to what he wore, but today he wasn&apos;t pulling any punches. He found himself unconsciously checking his tie was straight. Though they spoke often on the phone, he hadn&apos;t seen Alfred in a long time, and his was perhaps the only person whose approval Dick still sought. &lt;em&gt;The difference with Alfie is, he&amp;#160;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;gives &lt;em&gt;his approval. &lt;/em&gt;Dick thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under one arm, dick had a small package, wrapped in brown paper. He shifted it from one hand to another, nervously. He judged it to be 9:41:21, and checked his watch to confirm. It was in fact, 9:41:31. Dick wasn&apos;t impressed. &lt;em&gt;Damn it, I need to get accurate to within 8 seconds to beat...&lt;/em&gt; He didn&apos;t finish the thought, instead updating his assessment of the room. &lt;em&gt;Denim Vest is still talking to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Perky Receptionist, two new players at the southeast entrance- an Uptight Businessman with a briefcase (looks light from the way he carries it&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;; and --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Alf-Alfred!&amp;quot;&amp;#160;Dick called his face creasing in a wide grin, as he waved to the familiar figure, moving immediately to help him with his bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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