bruce/eddie quicklog on the watchtower
[Eddie had spent all day working with the alien technology, fine tuning the space station he had stolen in what was almost a decade ago for him. He loved this place. Sometimes he felt like it needed to be shut down, that the power was too great for anyone, but it held so many secrets. So much knowledge and truth about worlds he'd likely never get to see. His door wasn't known for alien attacks, but if they decided to pay Earth a visit, the Watchtower would be ready. The worst threat didn't have a chance against it. Eddie wasn't always good at being a rogue, a mobster, a husband, a bat, a teacher. He was only very good at keeping this place strong, keeping the watch for the worst to come.
He was dressed in sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie over it. Another day working on the tower, hiding in his treehouse before he had to go back to Gotham and make an appearance. He needed the balance of light and dark, social and alone. It kept him feeling fresh, kept his mind from spiraling into a thousand different directions. Every so often he'd think about his friends, about Muerte. He wanted them all to be safe and happy even if Gotham never really had that in store for any of them.
His digital watched beeped a little before midnight and he stood up from his workbench, stretched and then walked down the large, empty halls of the Watchtower to the kitchen. There, he had a bottle of fine bourbon he had stolen from Wayne Manor and two glasses to drink it from. He then walked out to the Promenade, a ridiculously large room with a giant observation deck of Earth and space. Eddie liked how small it made him feel. He walked over to the steps in front of the large viewing area and sat down, opening the bottle of booze to pour himself a glass.]