Knock, knock, knock—
Three knocks on the door, as a matter of courtesy. Then Bruce pushed the door open and walked in.
Diana was bent over, teasing Thirteen, who was crouched on the table, with a piece of beef jerky. She heard the noise, looked up, and gave him a cold stare: “Bruce, do you know where you are? After knocking on the door, you should wait for a response.”
“Don’t worry, I’m well aware.” Bruce curved his lips into a smirk, his expression playful. “No matter where I am, I’m a man through and through, dear team leader.”
As he spoke, he pulled out a neatly folded old movie poster from his pocket, unfolded it slightly, and handed it to her: “I saw this while running some errands and thought of you. A limited edition signed poster. It took some effort to get it."
Diana had been
