<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/7a117db7964bf5ec8b26440bb0f2a7f1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower — Hallway outside the Armory/Hangar<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 18, 2017: 08:13<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/>"I don't care if it was Killer Croc holding the Mayor hostage, or Joker with a nuclear missile, Robin. Your job right now is to report anything beyond a street mugging to Nightwing. Don't disobey me again."<br/><br/>Batman ran his free hand across the glass pane. Initially, he'd been against installing windows on the Watchtower. A pretty view might be nice, but the structural weakness would leave the League open to all manner of devastating attacks. Now that he was up here, though, he had to agree with Superman. There was something almost surreal about seeing the Earth from the cold confines of space. The mass floating before him was a better representation of everything they stood for as heroes than any painting they could ever have hung in its place. Billions of people lived below them, and one day the Justice League might be the only thing between them and utter annihilation. It added a sense of perspective. A sense of duty.<br/><br/>And a sense of humility.<br/><br/>Morning had come to North America, and it had brought a clear view of itself to the Watchtower. Far below, the huge brown mass looked like nothing more than a Rorschach blot, but Batman could still make out the jagged end that was Long Island. Dozens of miles to the south—milimeters from up here—a young boy would—<em>should</em>—be getting ready for school, rather than offering up petty excuses over a secured line.<br/><br/>"Then why didn't you just take me up with you instead of leaving me here to be a glorified watch dog?"<br/><br/>Beneath his mask, Batman's brow creased. Petty excuses<em>and</em>an attitude, it seemed. "It's not up for discussion. I have work to do, and you have someplace to be. Hurry up and get dressed; Alfred will drive you."<br/><br/>"But—"<br/><br/>Without waiting for a rebuttal, Batman closed the line. It would be better this way. Giving the boy a chance for his rebellious youth to take hold of himself would only make his orders seem all the more unfair.<br/><br/>Footsteps echoed down the corridor, pulling both his eyes from the window, and his thoughts from home. Given the time, it could be anybody in their motley crew, but Batman wondered who would have business in the armory so soon after its construction. Even he himself only been down here to ensure no Wayne Enterprises logos had unintentionally slipped through the cracks during the setup, after all.