[ He sniffs, disdainful. Not like Dick lives on the very outskirts, either. It's not even two a.m., yet -- he'd be more surprised if there wasn't an open Italian place.
Raring to go is a good way to phrase it. The possibility of going out on patrol, especially after Bruce had announced that he was benched until further notice, has him as close to bouncing off the walls as a kid like him gets: a restless walk-around, fidgeting with Dick's stuff and poking his nose into everything in the apartment, television no longer affording a suitable distraction.
(This is why child-owners should walk their hellspawn every night.)
His retort comes from somewhere down the hall. ]
I don't see that problem with that. As long as I'm not filling up morgues, right?
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[ He sniffs, disdainful. Not like Dick lives on the very outskirts, either. It's not even two a.m., yet -- he'd be more surprised if there wasn't an open Italian place.
Raring to go is a good way to phrase it. The possibility of going out on patrol, especially after Bruce had announced that he was benched until further notice, has him as close to bouncing off the walls as a kid like him gets: a restless walk-around, fidgeting with Dick's stuff and poking his nose into everything in the apartment, television no longer affording a suitable distraction.
(This is why child-owners should walk their hellspawn every night.)
His retort comes from somewhere down the hall. ]
I don't see that problem with that. As long as I'm not filling up morgues, right?