Room 514, Thursday evening
Bruce strode into his room looking a little tired. He had just spent a week working on hand-eye coordination, conditioning, speed, jumping, aim, working within and against groups, and blatantly cheating in battle in a showy and therefore acceptable fashion.
Yes, Bruce had spent the past week with the Harlem Globetrotters on tour in Asia. It probably wasn't the most expected path towards becoming a one man war against crime, but it was Bruce Wayne's - or, rather, "Matches" Malone's, which was the name he gave them since it sounded appropriate for the Trotters - way. The important thing for the moment, though, was Bruce Wayne's way of getting back on track for the new summer session that already started without him. He was going to do that by cracking open some books on the subjects he had missed so far during the week.
[OOC: Hey, I'm kind of back from my fluishness... just in time to get held up for an extra couple hours at work and get caught up in the LeBron stuff. Oh, never ending time issues. Door is knockable if anyone's wandering the halls at this time.]
Yes, Bruce had spent the past week with the Harlem Globetrotters on tour in Asia. It probably wasn't the most expected path towards becoming a one man war against crime, but it was Bruce Wayne's - or, rather, "Matches" Malone's, which was the name he gave them since it sounded appropriate for the Trotters - way. The important thing for the moment, though, was Bruce Wayne's way of getting back on track for the new summer session that already started without him. He was going to do that by cracking open some books on the subjects he had missed so far during the week.
[OOC: Hey, I'm kind of back from my fluishness... just in time to get held up for an extra couple hours at work and get caught up in the LeBron stuff. Oh, never ending time issues. Door is knockable if anyone's wandering the halls at this time.]