The Batcave...Home Again
Not many would describe the Batcave as being 'homey', 'cozy' or any other adjective that denoted 'warm and welcoming'. Tim wasn't just anyone however.
There were few sights in this world that said 'home' like the under-lit gloom of the cave under Wayne Manor.
Habit, hard won and indelible to his nature now, had him logging in a report to the Bat Computer as soon as he arrived. Ten minutes into the report, Tim laughed at himself wearily.
"Dear Bat-diary. Life in Hell sucks. So glad Lady Shiva and Richar dDragon makes house calls to The Pit..."
Removing the mask, Tim rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Careful Drake. Talking to yourself might get you a trip to Arkham.."
There were few sights in this world that said 'home' like the under-lit gloom of the cave under Wayne Manor.
Habit, hard won and indelible to his nature now, had him logging in a report to the Bat Computer as soon as he arrived. Ten minutes into the report, Tim laughed at himself wearily.
"Dear Bat-diary. Life in Hell sucks. So glad Lady Shiva and Richar dDragon makes house calls to The Pit..."
Removing the mask, Tim rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Careful Drake. Talking to yourself might get you a trip to Arkham.."