Grundymania: And In This Corner...
The kiddie class had gone extraordinarily well, Ben thought with amusement. Belt testing days were usually nerve-wracking but this bunch of kids was disciplined and performed extraordinarily well. While Richard was helping on the floor, Ben was grading form and technique and signing certificates of achievement.
"Good work, everyone!" he said cheerfully to the assembled students, not even trying to hide the grin on his face. "You all did extraordinarily ..."
He was going to continue heaping praise on his students but he happened to look through the front window.
Now, admittedly, this was Gotham and all that but even here seven-foot albinos shouldn't be stalking through the streets, shaking the ground with each step, and uprooting US Mail postboxes and hurling them through parked cars.
Most unacceptable.
"Good work, everyone!" he said cheerfully to the assembled students, not even trying to hide the grin on his face. "You all did extraordinarily ..."
He was going to continue heaping praise on his students but he happened to look through the front window.
Now, admittedly, this was Gotham and all that but even here seven-foot albinos shouldn't be stalking through the streets, shaking the ground with each step, and uprooting US Mail postboxes and hurling them through parked cars.
Most unacceptable.