Greg was sitting in the kitchen, a container of peanut butter, a bag of oreos and a bottle of beer on the table, his legs up on a chair as he munched away, a Batman comic in his hands. His reading glasses were on as he thoughtfully turned a page and he didn't bother looking up when the man came in, speaking around a mouthful of oreo-peanut-butter goodness.
"How was dinner, honey?" He feigned domestic bliss as he wondered how on Earth old Bats was going to get out of the problem he was currently in in this frame.