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60s Batman - Riddler Trap 01Batman awoke from being gassed by the Riddler only seeing the man himself standing over him laughing. His senses were immediately looking for Robin; the boy had to be near by. Finally he found his voice, "Riddler where is he?"
"I told you Batfreak, the King has been escorted, like I promised, to his hotel." Riddler sighed annoyed and yanked his mask down glaring down at the Caped Crusader.
"For someone who is praised to be so smart you sure can act like an idiot." His moll replied as she ate a piece of cheese. She glanced over Riddler's shoulders with both eye brows raised.
"Mousie, what did I tell you about conversing with the otherside?" Riddler gently prodded her back to her spot with the others then he cackled. "So are you ready to die?"
"Where is Robin?!" Batman asked again. He had been trying to free himself from these fish net binds but was getting no where. "I swear if you harmed one hair on his head I'll-"
Riddler laughed loudly and just pointed to a chair in the corner. "Isn'
60s Batman - Robin Flu Take 01A warm bowl of soup was placed down on the bedside table, the room was usually the master bed room, and used only when the never ending pursuit of crime was tired out, it was Bruce Wayne's bed room. However, for the past week it had been the sick room, for his ward had fallen ill to the influnenza. The giant bed had seen many wild nights, none to wild because Dick's Aunt would have scolded them, pillow fights, homework study sessions, everything a young lad could want when Dick was a child and now like every winter it was seeing another case of the flu.
"Dick, I brought lunch." Bruce whispered hovering over the boy.
"Nnn, what time is it?" The usual cheerful voice was hoarse and barely there it stopped Bruce in his tracks again just like it had every other time he'd spoken.
He tried to sound cheerful for the boy's sake and sat down on the edge of the mattress rubbing circles into the warm back realizing Dick's face was buried in the pillows. "It's 11: 30."
Bruce waited on a "holy -!" t
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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