Post by John Blake "Nightwing" on Apr 13, 2013 23:10:40 GMT -5
(February 10th. Open to all Bat family members. Time for a little fun ;D )
"Millions of people around the world, believe that we were visited in the past by extraterrestrial beings-"
"No." John gave a scowl towards the television as he clicked the complicated remote before him. His remote in his crap hole apartment had four buttons, one for changing the channel, one for the volume, one for the power button and the other for the VCR. Bruce's high tech gadgets in his home theater like television room took some getting used to.
He grunted as he shifted his foot from where it was elevated. It was wrapped with a bag of frozen peas laying on it. It was why he was watching TV at 10pm and not out fighting crime. He'd sprained his ankle when falling from a building while chasing the Mad Hatter. He'd caught him but had busted his ankle up pretty bad in the process. So here he sat, grumpy, wearing navy blue Police Academy sweat pants and a cotton white t-shirt. There was a beer sitting on the table beside him along with a bowl of popcorn he'd managed to make without Damian sneaking in and stealing some. He'd exhausted ESPN, the movie channels and now was flipping around trying to find something to keep his quick mind entertained.
He took a sip of the beer and clicked to CBS.
"48 Hours Mysteries..."
"Eh, it's better than nothing," John shrugged, placing the remote down in front of him and leaning back. It was time to get comfortable.
"Millions of people around the world, believe that we were visited in the past by extraterrestrial beings-"
"No." John gave a scowl towards the television as he clicked the complicated remote before him. His remote in his crap hole apartment had four buttons, one for changing the channel, one for the volume, one for the power button and the other for the VCR. Bruce's high tech gadgets in his home theater like television room took some getting used to.
He grunted as he shifted his foot from where it was elevated. It was wrapped with a bag of frozen peas laying on it. It was why he was watching TV at 10pm and not out fighting crime. He'd sprained his ankle when falling from a building while chasing the Mad Hatter. He'd caught him but had busted his ankle up pretty bad in the process. So here he sat, grumpy, wearing navy blue Police Academy sweat pants and a cotton white t-shirt. There was a beer sitting on the table beside him along with a bowl of popcorn he'd managed to make without Damian sneaking in and stealing some. He'd exhausted ESPN, the movie channels and now was flipping around trying to find something to keep his quick mind entertained.
He took a sip of the beer and clicked to CBS.
"48 Hours Mysteries..."
"Eh, it's better than nothing," John shrugged, placing the remote down in front of him and leaning back. It was time to get comfortable.
