In other news, Nightwing's personality has returned from Batland, unfortunately the sense of humor did not improve. I was patrolling the other night, dodging the occasional Roman candle accidentally pointed at me as I awkwardly jumped from roof to roof, when suddenly a long strand of itty bitty firecrackers landed in front of me. About scared the holy living whatchamawhosit out of me (Lian's sitting next to me watching me type). I actually dived behind a smoke stack for cover. He comes out from behind another smoke stack just laughing himself sick.
"Is that pop big enough for you or do I need to resort to Napalm?"
That's the best he's got? Really? I may have to buy the man a joke book. A book of puns, something, cuz that was embarrassingly pathetic. I was almost ashamed to share the same rooftop with him.
Anyway, Lian and I are going to throw some dead things on the grill today. Ollie's dragging over the clan. Hal said he might stop by later. Winger is obviously in town so who knows who else of the Batcrew is wandering around Star City as well, if any. I foresee another possible grocery run. If Bruce Wayne shows up, I'm gonna make him do it...and pay for it. Heh heh. Then I'll hack into the store's security footage for the show later. If the man knows where mayonnaise is located I'll be shocked.
Then we'll be watching and participating in the neighborhood's cooperative fireworks display. Ollie as usual went overboard on the purchasing. I'm hoping someone knows how to set off some of what he bought. I'm fairly certain I'm fresh out of long fuses.
