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Nothing like a standard day when you're pretending you can't do the things you can do, and that you are just...one normal person. Another morning spent doing standard inventory, verifying everything was set, serving the randoms that came in at seven in the morning to get drunk. At least it didn't include balancing books today, managing an actual business. A couple calls, a couple accepted jobs he just needed to help middle man to find the right person for. Eventually things would fall into place.

By noon, business "picked up" as much as it ever did for noon. Everyone was awake, at least everyone that mattered, and that meant he at least had help that he wasn't stuck running everything. Same usual riffraff was around, same standard shit.

"[color=blueviolet]Barry, for the thousandth time. No one thinks you're badass. No one will ever think your badass,[/color]" Wayne sighed as he slid a drink down the bar to the latest person to saddle up to it.

"[color=crimson]You know, one of these days, you're going to come out from behind that bar...[/color]" The guy started, pointing a finger of the same hand holding his drink. "[color=crimson]and you'll finally tussle with a real guy.[/color]"

A few of the others laughed. Until Wayne put down the towel. He straightened up and the laughter died, and Barry sat back down. Wayne nodded, smirking to himself. "[color=blueviolet]Unlike some people, I don't need powers to be dangerous.[/color]" He shot the guy a smile, and a knowing look. "[color=blueviolet]Now, just be the good drunkard you are and stop trying to impress anyone. No one wants to hear about that one time you did that one thing. Everyone's heard it before. Come up with something new.[/color]"

In his ear, a police scanner chittered away. Some robbery. Nothing his group had been hired to help with - either robbing or preventing. Sounded like it would draw some gooders. Well, maybe something interesting would come up. Hell, maybe someone would get hurt. No one was hoping for injury, especially the backroom medic, but...a bit of blood always made shit interesting.