Bale-inator [ #Wattys2017 ]

Chapter Eight

(Hour 10)

The girls had finally fallen asleep, the dark night cradling them as it enveloped them in the sweet nothingness of the evening.

(This is never gonna get old. - Everard)

Christian Bale, on the other hand, was WIDE awake. And he could not be tamed.

"I have to get out of here. This is a national emergency. I. Have. To. Get. Out. Of. Here. Right. This. Very. Minute." He stood, looking around the rooftop. "Now, what can I use to get out of here?" He began pacing around, biting his lip in frustration.

"What would Batman do?"

This is all about you, Bruce, he thought to himself (which we obviously knew he was saying because Blackley and I are mindreaders. Duh. Didn't you know that?). This is ALL about ME. And NOTHING can change that.

He took one step forward, tripping over Everard's sleeping body. He muttered unspeakable curses under his breath.

"Joker's knickers!" Without a care in the world, Bale kept walking and ignored the sleeping girls.

You know, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure he knew we were there at all...

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at the sleeping girl.

"Who the hell is she?"