Day 661

Thursday | December 19th, 2013

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Was around the backside slash student underworld of campus (top) today trolling for food. All in the name of killing time until a meeting. MM and I made circles in the frigid winter air only to sit down at his usual place and eat dirty cheap. I celebrated afterwards with the coffee I didn’t have time to drink in the morning.

I probably should have been working during this four hour lull … but, yeah. Fuck it. I’ve been turning stuff in on time for a whole year now and other than ticking off a column factor of increased anal retentiveness, nothing has come of it. This semester, I just don’t care that much. Admittedly, it has a little snag to do with getting a, “Hey, you know you’ve got to turn in documents X and Q, right? Well, you didn’t so please turn them in now.” Huh? The X and Q documents, signed and dated originals, were turned in on the last Friday of the semester. What’s the point of being on time if your department is going to fuck off and lose shit like that?

None.

I made it home slightly before 19.00 and decided this would be a Taekwondo-less week after all. I will have to do that extra work sometime soon and I want to screw off as much as possible before actually considering thinking about maybe getting it done in a sort of timely fashion that’s going to result in the X and Q and R and F documentation being not late, but definitely not early either.

The Daily Bullet

So the new couple, the talk of the town, the gossip of Tattooine. The offworlder and the hometown hero. The papers and feeds are crazy. Anything to distract from the additional imperial troops garrisoned on the planet. They are the hottest couple in the system. But the relationship means different things to each man …

Batman feels alive, his veins throttle with fire and Gotham is cleaner, brighter somehow. There’s less to do around home because the criminal element of the city has given way to the brightness that is life. And Batman, perhaps in this moment only, is beginning to live that life, not as his alter ego, the selfish playboy billionaire, but as the bat. There is no more man behind the mask, the man is the mask and the mask is him. He isn’t sure whether Luke loves the bat or the man. That distinction isn’t important, for all that matters now is being together and sharing love, true love.

Luke is enamored, how could he not be? But the realities of who he is and where he is are heavy and he tries many times to shrug of the affections of the older man. There’s a war going on and Luke is on the losing side. For every advance the rebels make, imperial forces take twice as much in return. Every battle brings him back not his training, essential as it is for the coming confrontation with Vader, but to the warm embrace and protection of Batman. To return each time with a mind full of the sudden fiery deaths of those he had known as brothers in struggle and martyrs in a war gone dark was beginning to strip the young Jedi to nothingness. Only the times away with Batman made any sense and Luke wished that he could somehow escape forever and be happy.

The gesture then, was more than enough when given. A key … a coup de maĆ®tre. A single gift of trust and commitment from the one person in the universe that brought Luke inner peace, a key for all the bat vehicles and the Bat Cave.

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