It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.
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Yeah, I did. You got me. But that something didn't involve nearly getting yourself killed, you big boob.
[UGH!!! He'd slap Damian upside the head if a) it wouldn't be a dick move, and b) his shoulder wasn't fucked up beyond belief right now. He settles for scowling at him; the best imitation of Bruce's that he can muster at the moment. It's... probably missing a lot of edge, let's be real.]
Are you okay, yes or no? I'll go test if it's safe [in... a second], but you need to stay here. That means no more archery stunts. No more using yourself as a shield.
[He's. Very pissed about that part.]
If anyone's getting themselves blown up sky high, it— [hah] It might as well be the guy with, y'know... experience.
[This is the closest he's come to shrugging off his death without wanting to barf. This may or may not be progress.]
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robowest2017-01-23 12:00 pm
look i gotta be faithful to the 80s comic vocabulary sOMEHOW
[UGH!!! He'd slap Damian upside the head if a) it wouldn't be a dick move, and b) his shoulder wasn't fucked up beyond belief right now. He settles for scowling at him; the best imitation of Bruce's that he can muster at the moment. It's... probably missing a lot of edge, let's be real.]
Are you okay, yes or no? I'll go test if it's safe [in... a second], but you need to stay here. That means no more archery stunts. No more using yourself as a shield.
[He's. Very pissed about that part.]
If anyone's getting themselves blown up sky high, it— [hah] It might as well be the guy with, y'know... experience.
[This is the closest he's come to shrugging off his death without wanting to barf. This may or may not be progress.]