Bruce reads the blog entry and blinks. That's. More like something he himself would do. The boys. They should enjoy such things. He's taken so much of their childhood from them as is.
Clearly this is a situation he should do something about. He frowns. Then his fingers type.
...Huh. Tim shrugs a little and checks the time. Well, it's almost eight. If he hangs out here any longer, he'll be late. He heads out, taking his bike and one of his favorite routes through the city.
He pulls into the Cave--it's still early, but he's betting this is where he'll find Bruce anyway. "Hey, Bruce," he calls out.
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Clearly this is a situation he should do something about. He frowns. Then his fingers type.
Tim. Come by at 8. I have something for you.
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He pulls into the Cave--it's still early, but he's betting this is where he'll find Bruce anyway. "Hey, Bruce," he calls out.
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