"Really, Mr. Wayne. Give us a challenge." Sherlock said as he glowered at the caped form crouching on the balcony railing of his hotel room.
It's the slight tensing of the shoulder and the narrowing of Batman's eyes that tell him he's right and he grins, despite the fact that Batman looks like he's about to attack.
"What are you doing here?" Batman growled.
"I'm sure you've heard of this thing called a 'vacation'?
Well, John had been invited to that medical whatever you're hosting this week and I invited myself along.
London's gotten so boring since Moriarty blew himself up, and your criminals are somewhat interesting. I thought I'd wander around and see what kind of trouble I could get into." Sherlock threw on his coat with a dramatic swirl and opened the door.
Pausing, he looked back and grinned.
"You cut yourself just there," he said indicating the cut. "And you need something that doesn't show the shape of your eyes quite so much. Together with your build and musculature it's not hard to guess who you are."
Sherlock only grinned later when he got back to the suite and John asked him how he had managed to piss off Lestrade when he was on the other side of the ocean.
Sherlock wondered if whomever was Batman's contact in the local police department knew who he really was.
He doubted it.
With the exception of Commisioner Gordon, they all seemed to be about the level of Anderson.
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Date: 2011-02-24 03:16 pm (UTC)It's the slight tensing of the shoulder and the narrowing of Batman's eyes that tell him he's right and he grins, despite the fact that Batman looks like he's about to attack.
"What are you doing here?" Batman growled.
"I'm sure you've heard of this thing called a 'vacation'?
Well, John had been invited to that medical whatever you're hosting this week and I invited myself along.
London's gotten so boring since Moriarty blew himself up, and your criminals are somewhat interesting. I thought I'd wander around and see what kind of trouble I could get into." Sherlock threw on his coat with a dramatic swirl and opened the door.
Pausing, he looked back and grinned.
"You cut yourself just there," he said indicating the cut. "And you need something that doesn't show the shape of your eyes quite so much. Together with your build and musculature it's not hard to guess who you are."
Sherlock only grinned later when he got back to the suite and John asked him how he had managed to piss off Lestrade when he was on the other side of the ocean.
Sherlock wondered if whomever was Batman's contact in the local police department knew who he really was.
He doubted it.
With the exception of Commisioner Gordon, they all seemed to be about the level of Anderson.