Friday, July 23, 2004

38. Dick

I'm totally screwed. Ignored the alarm clock this morning and now I'm THREE HOURS late for work. Not that I care, deep down, but something tells me my days are numbered over at the office.

The thing that had me so tired this morning was last night's training. Batman stuck around longer than usual to lead me in some wrestling maneuvers and fighting techniques. We rolled around on the floor, our bodies pressed into each other, for a good hour and a half, both of us working up a sweat. There's no way in hell he could have missed my boner jutting into him over and over again, but he didn't say anything about it. The suit he was wearing was the rubber one he often wears on patrols, and the protective reinforcement in the crotch makes it harder to detect details like bat-stiffies, but I have a feeling he was probably as aroused as I was.

On the other hand, he was a little distracted about something else. Last night there were three separate break-ins that caught his eye when he learned about them: at the airport, at a science supply store, and at Gotham State U. All petty thefts, but the connecting factor he noticed immediately was that all the items stolen were connected to meteorology in one way or another. Too much of a coincidence to be entirely random. Batman says it doesn't fit the M.O. of any of his known adversaries, and he plans to investigate further this weekend.

As a result, I've actually got TWO nights off from training in a row--calling Janice and Peter to see if either is free on Saturday or Sunday night. I just have to make it through today: a few short hours of work, if they'll still have me, then Batman promises a particularly strenuous training later tonight.