06-23-2017, 08:21 PM
Bats Man seems like a pretty okay guy.
“So … the last guy I was with turned out to be a vampire.”
He grunts. “Really.”
“Really. I mean, he seemed pretty normal when I first met him. Then we ended up fighting this God guy, Odin, and it seemed a liiittle suspicious when he took a spear to the gut and didn’t end up dying.”
“Uhuh.”
“And then I was pretty sure he drank some guy’s blood, but I wasn’t sure. I was kinda hallucinating at the time. And distracted. By this thing.” I point at my tablet.
“Alright.”
“Are you listening, Batman?”
“I’m listening. You killed the God, Odin. Saw it on the Dataverse feed.” He says this like it’s nothing.
“Ohhh shiiiit you saw it? What did you think of my killing blow?” I grin broadly.
He looks at me, coldly. Man, it would really help your social life if you would take off the helmet, Bats. I can’t even tell what expression you’re making. Maybe that’s deliberate. He probably fancies himself one of those ninja types. Speaking of which!
“So tell me you’re not another powerless dope. I mean, the last guy turned out to have powers in the end, but Odin? God, the guy just had a spear! It was a huge letdown. I don’t want to run into a fight and find out you’re just a bat cosplayer.”
He walks in silence for a few moments. “I can hold my own.”
That’s it? “You can ‘hold your own’? What does that mean? Bat powers? Flying?” I affect a stereotypical vampire accent. “Drinking blooood?”
“I don’t have powers,” he says. “But I’ve got plenty of experience working with those who do. And I don’t need powers to keep up. I’ve got my own tools.” He pats his belt.
“Ohhh, gadgets huh? Got any drugs in there?”
He stares at me. “Not for you.”
I wrap my hands behind my head. “Spoilsport.”
“So … the last guy I was with turned out to be a vampire.”
He grunts. “Really.”
“Really. I mean, he seemed pretty normal when I first met him. Then we ended up fighting this God guy, Odin, and it seemed a liiittle suspicious when he took a spear to the gut and didn’t end up dying.”
“Uhuh.”
“And then I was pretty sure he drank some guy’s blood, but I wasn’t sure. I was kinda hallucinating at the time. And distracted. By this thing.” I point at my tablet.
“Alright.”
“Are you listening, Batman?”
“I’m listening. You killed the God, Odin. Saw it on the Dataverse feed.” He says this like it’s nothing.
“Ohhh shiiiit you saw it? What did you think of my killing blow?” I grin broadly.
He looks at me, coldly. Man, it would really help your social life if you would take off the helmet, Bats. I can’t even tell what expression you’re making. Maybe that’s deliberate. He probably fancies himself one of those ninja types. Speaking of which!
“So tell me you’re not another powerless dope. I mean, the last guy turned out to have powers in the end, but Odin? God, the guy just had a spear! It was a huge letdown. I don’t want to run into a fight and find out you’re just a bat cosplayer.”
He walks in silence for a few moments. “I can hold my own.”
That’s it? “You can ‘hold your own’? What does that mean? Bat powers? Flying?” I affect a stereotypical vampire accent. “Drinking blooood?”
“I don’t have powers,” he says. “But I’ve got plenty of experience working with those who do. And I don’t need powers to keep up. I’ve got my own tools.” He pats his belt.
“Ohhh, gadgets huh? Got any drugs in there?”
He stares at me. “Not for you.”
I wrap my hands behind my head. “Spoilsport.”
Quote:Enel and Batman moving from C17 to C21. Awaiting Item Drop.
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