"No, Dick, I've already told you no electric planes in the house," Jim said.
"It's not like you can't replace everything in here four times over," Dick said angirly. Jim turned on the boy and gave him a hard look.
"Just go play outside. The sunlight can't hurt you," he said. "And be good for Alfred."
As Dick ran off grumbling curses Jim sighed and went down, then smiled. "Already to go, love?"
She looks up with a smile. "Yes." Then it fades. "No."
He frowned. "What's wrong, honey?"
She mentally runs over what they've got to do. "Pharmacy, I guess."
"Pharmacy it is, then," he smiled, starting the car and driving away slowly. Then he got a mischevious grin. "And I'll even let you pick from my favorite radio stations to listen to."
"I hope so. I don't know if I can stand anymore memories being destroyed." She sighs.
He frowned, then glanced at her again.
"Let's all hope so," he said.
She shakes her head at him, marveling once more at his unflappable nature when it comes to their children.
"Everything works itself out in time," he said, looking for a parking space next to the pharmacy. "Especially in youth."
"Yes." She nods toward the entrance to a parking garage across the way. "We can park there... since we own it."
"He was hinting for it." She smirks and looks ahead toward the door.
He smiled and pushed her along carefully. "He's devious in his old fashioned way, huh?"
"More than you know. Anything we notice? Is probably cover for something we don't."
She points toward the pharmacy, then looks at the list. "A lot of things."
He pushed her over to the store, and then grabbed a basket. "Right then, let's shop," he smiled.
And Brenda acts serenely unaware, even though she knows exactly which periodicals make mention of him and with how many words. She hasn't read the articles, and doesn't intend to, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't want to keep track of them.
"Oh look, Archie," he said innocently, reaching for the book. Then he caught a glimpse of a headline questioning his and Brenda's past. He blinked, then picked it up, unable to help himself.
"I wondered where some of them had gone."
He blinked, then shook his head quickly.
"It wasn't me," he said. "Uh... Dick found them, and I caught him!"
"Nothing," she says truthfully. "I was just being a grouch."
"Are you sure?" he said. "We don't have to eat, if you don't want to."
"Mmmm hmmm," she says, smiling absently as she looks at the pilaf dishes.
Jim continued to look over the menu thoughtfully, one hand abently reaching into his coat pocket and then pushing a small jewelry box over towards her, his composure never breaking.
"The thought... had occurred to me," she admits, her own eyes holding a slight answering twinkle.
"I'm hurt," he smiled. "And I'm not under the influence of anybody but you."