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[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Another night, another long patrol. Grappling-hookftw!]

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[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[browquirk]

What are you looking at? [Great. He should be facepalming by now.]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

Smart-alec. [Hit him with a batarang! No.]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[lands on nearby rooftop, curious]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[perks up, looking askance momentarily before his attention is drawn once more to the street below and the police scanner in his ear bud]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[has never had the pleasure of seeing a human dressed like that, whispers] What are you doing?

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Bats doesn't appreciate being startled. He turns sharply, flinging a batarang in the direction of the voice]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[Bah, try to be friendly with these aliens and all they do is throw things at you. D: Zeerus catches the Batarang in his chest armor--fortunately not injured, and makes a slightly frustrated noise]

What was that for? Your people are so violent.

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, hey, that's a winged... um. A winged... a humanoid pterodactyl? Better have another batarang ready.]

What are you?

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[Bats looks just as odd to Zeerus, but Zeerus at least has seen humans before]

An Ambassador from an alien world. I come in peace and friendship. [he pauses] Forgive me for intruding, I was only curious. I have never seen anyone dress as you do.

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Alien ambassadors. This is more Clark's territory. All right then...]

Where do you come from? [He adopts a less battle-ready stance, even as he runs his thumb along the curved edge of the batarang. It pays to be cautious] How long have you been on earth?

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[browquirk]

What are you looking at? [Great. He should be facepalming by now.]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

Smart-alec. [Hit him with a batarang! No.]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[lands on nearby rooftop, curious]

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[perks up, looking askance momentarily before his attention is drawn once more to the street below and the police scanner in his ear bud]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[has never had the pleasure of seeing a human dressed like that, whispers] What are you doing?

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Bats doesn't appreciate being startled. He turns sharply, flinging a batarang in the direction of the voice]

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[Bah, try to be friendly with these aliens and all they do is throw things at you. D: Zeerus catches the Batarang in his chest armor--fortunately not injured, and makes a slightly frustrated noise]

What was that for? Your people are so violent.

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Whoa, hey, that's a winged... um. A winged... a humanoid pterodactyl? Better have another batarang ready.]

What are you?

[violentpath.livejournal.com]

[Bats looks just as odd to Zeerus, but Zeerus at least has seen humans before]

An Ambassador from an alien world. I come in peace and friendship. [he pauses] Forgive me for intruding, I was only curious. I have never seen anyone dress as you do.

[the-batbrat.livejournal.com]

[Alien ambassadors. This is more Clark's territory. All right then...]

Where do you come from? [He adopts a less battle-ready stance, even as he runs his thumb along the curved edge of the batarang. It pays to be cautious] How long have you been on earth?