In Wonderland, a full-time Batman wasn't exactly required. The number of exceptional people far outnumbered the average people, and there wasn't a person that could be filed under unremarkable. For John Blake, it worked in his favor. He didn't need to be out every night, even if that kind of made him more of a part-time superhero than even his predecessor.
On the bright side, it afforded Blake a chance to heal. After the last several events, the last thing he wanted to do was run around in a cowl and pretend he wasn't... exactly as moody as he really was. But time marched on, and eventually he required himself to get back into the practice of things.
It was late to be dressed in all black. By the time he turned the corner to see Adam, he was tired and stiff and not entirely expecting to run into anyone.
Dammit.
He stopped, immediately putting on the "presence" expected of the Batman, dipped onto his haunches with his cape pooled around him. It was a shame he wasn't Spider-Man, otherwise he would have made a quip about taking a wrong turn in Albuquerque.
"Good morning, citizen." He tried not to roll his eyes at himself. Honestly, what else could someone expect him to say in a situation like this? But it felt campy, and of course, if anyone ever found out, he'd never live it down.
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In Wonderland, a full-time Batman wasn't exactly required. The number of exceptional people far outnumbered the average people, and there wasn't a person that could be filed under unremarkable. For John Blake, it worked in his favor. He didn't need to be out every night, even if that kind of made him more of a part-time superhero than even his predecessor.
On the bright side, it afforded Blake a chance to heal. After the last several events, the last thing he wanted to do was run around in a cowl and pretend he wasn't... exactly as moody as he really was. But time marched on, and eventually he required himself to get back into the practice of things.
It was late to be dressed in all black. By the time he turned the corner to see Adam, he was tired and stiff and not entirely expecting to run into anyone.
Dammit.
He stopped, immediately putting on the "presence" expected of the Batman, dipped onto his haunches with his cape pooled around him. It was a shame he wasn't Spider-Man, otherwise he would have made a quip about taking a wrong turn in Albuquerque.
"Good morning, citizen." He tried not to roll his eyes at himself. Honestly, what else could someone expect him to say in a situation like this? But it felt campy, and of course, if anyone ever found out, he'd never live it down.