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∞ my muse reading to your muse
This wasn’t exactly how he had IMAGINED this to go. Goons with GUNS; dispatched. Harley with a gun; locked out. Would take a while until she reached the other entrance Batman hadn’t gotten to seal. That’s FINE. Rocket launchers? NOT fine. The suit withstood quite many things but that was definitely too much fire POWER, even for Batman.
So he sought SHELTER behind something that wasn’t going to protect him for long, wooden crates full of SMUGGLED weapons. Joker was laughing and Bruce considered taking the fight to the ceiling, but he wouldn’t put it past the clown to aim at the ROOF, which would send the building CRASHING down on them.
“Hardy har har.” he growled, LISTENING to Joker’s footsteps. At least one of them was ENJOYING himself. Then he risked to peek over the crates to assess his possibilities and to see what the room had to offer. Which was nothing but a SIGN in the far back. His lenses zoomed in. “2 cups sugar. 3 spoons butter, stir in bowl. Pre-heat oven to 390°.F” he read.
A RECIPE. A blueberry pie recipe.
“Didn’t take you for the BAKING type.”
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