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WHO: Boyd Langton and Dick Grayson
WHERE: An Italian restaurant downtown.
WHEN: Friday the 6th around 1:00pm.
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Boyd and Dick have a business lunch and discuss a project both their companies could work on together.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Boyd arrived a little early to get himself settled before his lunch companion showed up. The table was ready and waiting for him, but he hadn't expected otherwise. He'd made the reservation the moment he'd finished speaking to Mr. Grayson and made sure they knew he'd be a little early. He also impressed upon them how important this lunch was to him and that everything would have to be perfect, or he'd have to discuss with others of his social circle their lack of service. Thankfully that wouldn't be necessary as everything was indeed perfect.

Sitting down he had them open a bottle of wine to let it breath while he looked over the menu and waited for his guest.

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[batmantled]

Given how much time the office has been demanding it's surprisingly easy to make an early exit. Easy enough that it's hard to quell that faint little knot of suspicion that says something there's not right. But a lunch date is a lunch date, and if nothing else it's an excuse to hop on the bike and get some fresh air. Fresh air he'll definitely be needing later during that teleconference with the Chinese division.

He's rushing by the time he arrives, tugging the leather jacket off over the suit vest as he finds their table and holds out a hand.

"Hey, Mr. Langton? Sorry to keep you waiting..."

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Boyd stands up and takes Dick's hand, shaking it firmly. "It's alright, I haven't been here that long. Just long enough for the wine to breath enough so please sit down and take a moment. No reason we have to jump into business right away."

[batmantled]

"Always good news," He takes the seat across from Boyd and decides to pour himself a little, for all that actually drinking it can't happen. How Bruce faked it on a daily basis is a mystery he's never quite unraveled.

"I have to admit I'm not much of a connoisseur. You'll have to recommend something if we need to order again."

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Boyd chuckled. "That's fine, I don't mind handling that. I only know as much as I do because of some misspent evenings at university, doing research on the chemical differences and their effects on the human brain with myself as the lab rat."

[batmantled]

He offers a low whistle. "Man. I think I'm a little less sorry I missed the boat on the whole co-ed experience."

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"Well, after a long day of trying to come up with the next thing that would change the world we needed some way of letting off some steam." It was also amusing to watch his friend Clyde make a fool of himself while he babbled brilliant ideas.

[batmantled]

"I can imagine," he takes a sip of the water, and then has to look at Boyd a little more discerningly. "Funny how they always say whatever ideas you have about how the world should be will change when you get older."

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Boyd nods. "Some of them do. Some are good enough to be worth holding onto and going after."

[batmantled]

"Guess knowing the difference is part of that getting older shindig."

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"Wisdom comes with age, but so does a certain amount of caution that prevents most people from taking the sort of daring risks they did when they were younger. I like to think I haven't gotten quite that old yet.

[batmantled]

He has to laugh a little at that. "Definitely not the implication I was going for."

He reaches for one of the menus folded on a nearby cart and offers one to Boyd. "But it must've been tough starting over from scratch when you got here."

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Boyd already had decided on what he was going to order so he left his menu alone and continued to sip his wine. "It wasn't easy, but a new place, new people always equals new opportunities. Such as the one we have right here with the two of us meeting finally."

[batmantled]

"Nice way to look at it," he'll take some garlic bread and start with that. How had he gone all day without eating on top of patrolling till five this morning?

"And yeah, I'm glad we could make the time. Did you have anything specific in mind that we could talk over?"

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"Must be that small bit of wisdom I picked up," he said smirking.

"No specific project, but I was hoping we could find a field we would both be comfortable cooperating in and then put our best people together and let them do their jobs."

[batmantled]

"Oh, I'm sure we can think of something. Bruce liked to keep us pretty versatile. And you're in the medical field, right?"

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"We are. We've built our reputation on designing and building the finest MRI machines in the world, but that's only one aspect of the field and we are involved in many, many more."

[batmantled]

"Definitely something we can work with. I know we were thinking of investing in some R&D for brain injuries. We're always looking for ways to get us there faster."

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Boyd nodded. "Then our scanning technology is exactly what you need. It should give your team a much better idea of what areas of the brain have been affected by those injuries."