So I'm finally twenty one. My birthday was a couple of days ago, but I don't really feel any different. I've had a fake ID for a few years now thanks to Jubilee, so it's not like I've never drank and I've already been to clubs, so it was a little lackluster. Then again, I did get a pretty awesome early birthday present with Logan coming back.
Also, I've been running myself ragged almost every night, patrolling. This is getting a little out of hand. I don't think even Gotham had this much crime in my dreams. I feel like I need a vacation, but at the same time, I feel like I can't just sit around while this stuff is going on. Ah, the life of a dream superhero.