Good grief

So... I just got off the phone with Batman. The call lasted over an hour but was mostly filled with long awkward silences. If you've never had a conversation with Batman, that's basically all there is -- a lot of not talking. Batman is the master of not-talking. In person it's not so bad because at least you can see him staring a hole through your head while you make yourself look as apologetic as possible. That doesn't quite translate over the phone.

Needless to say he's completely and utterly PO'ed. The quieter he is the angrier you know he is, and that was one quiet phone call. I already knew he'd be disappointed in me, I already knew I'd let him down, but that didn't make it any easier. All I can do is my best and hope that somehow I can redeem myself in his eyes, though I'm not sure that's possible.

He told me not to contact him any longer unless it was an emergency. What does that mean? What's an emergency to him? When you're on your last breath and your body is going cold? If LA has its way that day may be sooner rather than later. Maybe everyone's right, maybe Batman doesn't want me around anymore.

Anyway, I saw this video and it reminded me of Gotham for some reason. I'm really homesick.

Give me an effin' break!

Nightwing decided to call and chew me out too. I guess Batman complained to him or something -- who knows. Le original thought that his berating me for thirty minutes would help the situation. Oh, wow, gee, thanks, Nightwing. Your input as usual was just overwhelmingly helpful and insightful, and of course highly wanted. Thanks eeeeverrr so much.

ARGH!

This song just about sums up how I am feeling right now, or rather, what I wish I could tell Batman: