bruce/eddie quicklog on the watchtower
[Bruce didn't visit Watchtower often. He rarely had the need, much less the time, and the League had shrunk rapidly over the past few munch until it was really just himself, Hal, and Eddie. Hardly the kind of numbers necessary to call themselves a group. But it was useful to have, he thought. A back-up plan too valuable to get rid of-- as long as it never fell into the wrong hands. And it was a secure place to talk without having to worry about being overheard, perhaps even more so than the Cave; the mob's influence didn't extend into outer space.
Though this didn't constitute as a break, per say, it was the closest he'd had to one since Valentine's Day. His days had been as busy as his nights in the weeks following, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon. He did, at least, have time to change before heading up to Watchtower, not entirely accustomed to the concept of teleportation yet but less surprised by it than he'd been originally. It was just approaching midnight as he walked the halls in search of Eddie, soothed by the empty quiet. It was nice to get away, and Bruce, well, he'd never minded solitude very much.
He found him in the Promenade, which boasted a rather spectacular view.] I haven't been up here in a very long time. [His version of a greeting, and his voice echoed a little as Bruce approached and sat down on the step next to him.] Hello, by the way.