Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening
Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.
It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.
With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.
Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.
[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]
It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.
With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.
Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.
[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]