finicky
Growing up, Bruce had extremely particular tastes for certain food and beverages, especially coffee.
Working with him at the office, Tim had been unofficially assigned to go on coffee runs for Bruce and himself.
The café across the street had been there since WE tower first opened, and had long been used to whatever concoction Bruce would come up with just for the kick of watching Tim fret over the ridiculousness of it all.
"So, what will it be for today, Mr. Finicky Odair?" Tim grumbles, as he collects his wallet and his coat, ready to stretch his legs and for his daily coffee fix.
"I don't understand that reference, Timothy, but today I'd like for some black coffee and two sugars." Bruce's back is turned towards him, so the teen had no idea if the Boss was trying to pull his leg.
Though, in his experience, Bruce had been infamous for his pure lack of sense of humour.
Tim catches himself before he trips over his own feet at Bruce's instructions.
"Oh, and could you get me one of their croissants? With the chocolate filling, please." Bruce continued, only this time, looking around to face Tim.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Tim leaves the office with a light head, still confused as to what on earth happened that's gotten Bruce to ask for something so simple.
He still brings an umbrella with him, despite the close distance.
Maybe Bruce's sudden change of heart was an omen for something unexpected to come.