Robin punctuates every word with a punch. “ I. Hate. Mondays.”
He sends the last thug in a Port Adams alleyway flying. It always has to be a Monday. Why a Monday? If you are going to attempt to blow up a hospital why not do it on a Tuesday? Mondays already suck. The slog of day-to-day life should be enough. It's universal, don't make Mondays tougher than they have to be. Usually, it's this way. Criminals of Gotham should be doing the robotic motions of daily life. Selling drugs, racketeering, and monitoring their areas. No more ruckus than necessary. C'mon, it's a Monday.
Timothy ' Tim' Drake hasn't even been a Robin for a whole year yet. He's already lamenting the plight of vigilantism.
He went to school today. It sucked. His teacher announced a surprise quiz day. Even then he lamented, " why on a Monday?" Every one of his classmates shared the same sediment. They groaned, wept, and pleaded. It's early April, a few months till school is over. Just why would you need to suddenly test our knowledge? Yet the sadistic mastermind carried on handing out papers on the inane topic of biology. Today's quiz was all about blood types. As the second best detective in the world ( in training ) he passed it easily. Forensics is his bread and butter. Why wouldn't he know it?
He sat looking out the window from class to class. He would fall asleep but Bruce insisted on keeping up appearances. Even if that means having patrol duty the night before.
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For Tim, School was a lot of waiting. He is smart. He knows it. He even figured out who Nightwing and Batman were before donning the cape. He just sometimes wished he was a little daft. It'd make it easier to pass time in his last year of school.
But of course, it's Monday. Alfred drove home from Gotham Highl for some rest. Thank god he did. Tonight was turning out to be a mess. Sleep was not going to be a priority after this night was over.
All in one night. Bruce's associate, Jonathan, went missing. Joker attempted to gas Bane with Joker toxin. That went as well as you imagine from someone who constantly wears a mask. He was unarmed but pissed off. Destroyed the streets badly until Batman and Robin showed up. Bruce was beaten up badly by Bane but then Joker hinted that Poison Ivy would try to flood the city. When confronted she said something along the lines of promoting growth for the new by culling the old. That was wrapped up but he's still soaking wet and cold. Then Jonathan's house blew up. No conclusion to that yet. Every gang at Port Adams went up and arms at each other. Also no conclusion for that yet. Then Bruce said to finish up the ensuing war at Port Adams. He double-checked the records of his rogue's gallery and Victor Zsasz broke out of Arkham Asylum. Again. He said that Jonathan would be a perfect target and ran off before they could discuss the course of action they'd take.
Bruce will get a talking to after this. He needs it. He's reverting himself to when Jason died. He's getting sloppy. And sloppiness in this line of work will get you hurt, exposed, or dead.
" Batman come in, I'm finished up here."
No answer.
Screw Mondays.