dc comic Bat-Bunny

Rest is an operational requirement, not an indulgence. I located a heavy ceramic mug resting on its side over a ribbed silicone drying mat by the sink. After confirming zero civilian activity below, I hauled a folded brown paper napkin inside to insulate the porcelain floor. Crouching low within the cylinder with my boots braced against the ceramic curve, only my visor and ears clear the rim. The kitchen expanse stretches out in quiet darkness beneath my outpost. Night rotation has officially commenced.