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fandomtownies2013-12-19 08:21 pm
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The Park, Thursday late night
After an evening in Baltimore, Batman made his way back to Fandom and took a quick patrol on the island before making his way to the Batcave. He was in the park when he saw a sure sign of supervillainy.
"Where are you, Fries?" Batman called out as the polar bear approached. Batman settled into his preferred polar-bear fighting stance, waiting for the bear to take any aggressive actions. That's when the bear reached behind his back and... pulled out a bottle of ice cold Coca-Cola.
That was not what Batman expected.
"Poison?" Batman asked, holding his stance. The bear stepped slightly closer, trying once again to hand the bottle over with a friendly little grunt. "Victor Fries never trained his bears to be this friendly." The bear seemed to shrug. When Batman cautiously took the bottle, the polar bear finally struck... by throwing an arm across his shoulders like they were old friends. This was weird.
"You're not moving until I take a drink, are you?" Batman asked. The bear grunted playfully. "Fine." Batman pulled a bottle opener out of his utility belt, popped the cap off, and took a swig. The bear appeared to cheer and slapped Batman on the back before going on his way.
"This town," Batman muttered before continuing on with his patrol.
[OOC: Can be open if anyone's hanging around the park.]
"Where are you, Fries?" Batman called out as the polar bear approached. Batman settled into his preferred polar-bear fighting stance, waiting for the bear to take any aggressive actions. That's when the bear reached behind his back and... pulled out a bottle of ice cold Coca-Cola.
That was not what Batman expected.
"Poison?" Batman asked, holding his stance. The bear stepped slightly closer, trying once again to hand the bottle over with a friendly little grunt. "Victor Fries never trained his bears to be this friendly." The bear seemed to shrug. When Batman cautiously took the bottle, the polar bear finally struck... by throwing an arm across his shoulders like they were old friends. This was weird.
"You're not moving until I take a drink, are you?" Batman asked. The bear grunted playfully. "Fine." Batman pulled a bottle opener out of his utility belt, popped the cap off, and took a swig. The bear appeared to cheer and slapped Batman on the back before going on his way.
"This town," Batman muttered before continuing on with his patrol.
[OOC: Can be open if anyone's hanging around the park.]