Bruce had kept himself busy working all week. But with prom tomorrow, he was giving himself a couple days off. Probably more if there was some kind of weirdness after Prom. That always seemed to happen. Bruce was being hopeful with his personal schedule, but hope only went so far.

So tonight, Bruce was in the common room. No TV, though. Just him and a book, and some cookies that he baked because apparently when he stopped doing work he had plenty of free time for things like baking cookies. And apparently Bruce was no good at not doing anything, unless it involved not doing anything in a broody way. Which, of course, he couldn't do if he was going to be properly social tomorrow.

Therefore, nearly spontaneous cookies, based on an Alfred Pennyworth recipe Bruce had memorized years ago. And he was making some more while he continued to read. Just for you, Fandom.

[OOC: I'm past deadline hell for the moment, so I post a CR.]

Bruce had barely walked into the common room before a pie went whizzing past his head and splattered against the wall. Following the path of travel back to the source, he saw reason to duck as another pie was winged over his head. As he dove to the side, he caught a quick look at the culprit standing on the kitchen counter.

It looked like a leprechaun standing next to a tray filled with pies. But it was a little too green-skinned and its teeth were a little too pointy. Apparently a gremlin was celebrating some unholy combination of Pi Day and Saint Patrick's Day the only way it knew how: with slapstick comedy.

And that was fine as far as Bruce was concerned. A leprechaun meant potential magical powers he didn't understand and a legendary ability to flee capture. A gremlin could be defeated with ease.

As the next pie made its way toward his head, Bruce waited, then dodged, got a hand on the back of the pie plate so he could change its direction, and flung it back at the gremlin in one smooth motion. The pie hit the gremlin just as it was about to throw another one (in fact, it was about 14% of the way through its throwing motion). The gremlin stumbled back blindly, backed into a pot, fell into it, and then the suddenly potted gremlin fell off the counter. Bruce walked over casually, grabbed the pot's lid, and secured it to seal the gremlin in for the time being.

After inspecting a tray with several remaining unthrown pies, Bruce decided that they were free of gremlin venom. So carried the tray over by the couches for people to share. He wasn't sure if it was the gremlin who made them, or if the gremlin stole them, but Bruce had to admit that they tasted pretty good.

[OOC: I'm starting to realize that Bruce has a long history of battling individual gremlins. I need to do something with this.

Anyway, CR is open. There is pie. And a gremlin in a pot in the kitchen.]

Maybe it was surprising, but Bruce's first move once he was back in Fandom wasn't to spend the whole day in the cave. There was plenty of time for that coming up in the next few days. For now, the most important thing was figuring out his new routine. With Spring Break marking a rough halfway point to the end of the semester, he needed to work out priorities and how they fit into his schedule during the remaining stretch run.

So, of course, he had a day planner with all of the unavoidable planned distractions over the next couple of months (prom, finals, a few floating weekends for unspecified insanity), and some time for off-island training, regular class work, that kind of stuff.

The biggest change to his previous planning was making sure he scheduled some time for social behavior instead of just letting it happen when he needed a break. The fact that this was likely to be the last stretch of time where he would ever have a relatively normal life had come into sharp focus for Bruce recently. And with that came the realization that it might not be a bad idea to actually experience relative normalcy in a somewhat genuine way rather than putting on a complete facade like he was accustomed to.

It was that line of thinking that had him buying drinks for a whole bar in Rio. Twice. And now it resulted in his bringing pizza to the common room and turning on Oscars pre-show coverage so that people could have a meal, some entertainment, and not focus on the day planner.

[OOC: In celebration of getting rid of a migraine, I post a CR. Huzzah!]

Bruce was watching cable news. Nothing but talk of financial meltdowns, political bickering, angry old people yelling at each other, and something about cute animals every fifteen minutes or so.

It wasn't terribly exciting or interesting or anything. It was exactly what the night called for. Because dear god, Bruce needed a quiet night in after the way his week had been going.

With that in mind, he was drinking water, eating some crackers, and wearing a plain black hoodie. Nothing exciting at all. This was a matter of willpower, and nobody had more willpower than Bruce Wayne.

Well, by definition any given Green Lantern probably did. But screw those guys, willpower wasn't even an emotion.

[OOC: Seriously, screw those guys.]

"Who do you think you're kidding?" Bruce asked the gremlin who was sitting on the couch in a dog costume. "Nobody's going to fall for that." The gremlin grumbled, "Bark!"

Bruce walked into the kitchen area for a moment and walked back out with an orange and a large paper bag. "Here boy," he said, whistling and holding the orange like a ball. "Fetch!"

Bruce threw the orange back into the kitchen, taking his eye off the gremlin long enough for the gremlin to pounce, its trickery having clearly paid off! Soon its teeth would sink into tender flesh and... Suddenly the gremlin's world was very dark.

Bruce folded the top of the bag to close it as the gremlin shook the bag from inside. Grabbing a marker, he wrote, 'GREMLIN DRESSED LIKE A PUPPY. DO NOT OPEN,' put the bag down on the table, and had a seat on the couch.

After a few minutes, the gremlin stopped fighting against the bag and took a nap.

It was a weird evening.

[OOC: No clue.]