I heard the @-phone ringing as I came in from my run this afternoon. It was The Jovial Blade. I hadn't talked to him since the days of the old Misfit Avengers. He hadn't actually been an official Avenger-- more like the Misfit Avengers Auxiliary. He hung around all the time and liked to wear a cape, so we made him bring us coffee and stuff.
"Hey Jo, whaddya know?" I queried.
"Did you see El Batman on the news?"
"That grandstander? What did he do now?"
"He went over the wall at Buckingham palace for father's custody rights."
"Really? That's Bruce Wayne for you. He hasn't been right since he found out Mark Cuban got his own reality show."
"Dude, he hasn't been right since the authorities took Robin away from him."
"Aw, I forgot about that. That's a real bummer."
"Especially since it's your fault."
"My fault? How is it my fault?"
'Man, you flame-broiled the Penguin right in front of him. Do you not remember that?"
"Hey, that was an accident."
"Maybe so, but it traumatized the lad. He's still in counseling for that shit. And now They have determined that all this crime fighting and daring-do creates an unsuitable environment for the boy's healthy development."
"And that's all my fault? I went on one freakin' adventure with the kid. Do you not think that maybe getting trapped in a giant hourglass or say... being fed to a giant bearded clam might have upset the Boy Wonder a little?"
"Actually, the giant bearded clam incident could explain a lot of things..."
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