[ that's the good thing about dressing like a giant, angry bat. the dirtier and bloodier you are, the scarier you end up looking. so, the way batman ends up avoiding the crowds and adulation, leaving that to all of the others to soak up, allows him the opportunity to find a quiet place away from the ruckus. do something batman. sit in his car and change his gauntlets. eat a bag of chips that he had leftover in the passenger seat.
he'll stay that way even through the party, so sorry laurie. he's still in his car. the music is in the distance and he thinks, this once, he won't be judgmental and maybe everyone deserved to have a little fun after all that. him? he looks at a picture of his cat and thinks quietly about how he was so ready to sacrifice the memory of her. what an asshole i am, he likely thinks. ]
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he'll stay that way even through the party, so sorry laurie. he's still in his car. the music is in the distance and he thinks, this once, he won't be judgmental and maybe everyone deserved to have a little fun after all that. him? he looks at a picture of his cat and thinks quietly about how he was so ready to sacrifice the memory of her. what an asshole i am, he likely thinks. ]