I know I have some screwed up thoughts. But sometimes, I even scare myself.

On Saturday night, we left JJ’s wedding around 10. The parking garage was… sketchy. There was construction going on, so it looked like a disaster. There was even a cliche flickering light.

I was in my tuxedo, looking amazing. Meg was all dressed up too, looking like she was walking next to someone who looked amazing. We didn’t blend in with the few other people who were around.

I had a realization. The situation was really similar to how Thomas and Martha Wayne died. So while I was a bit unsettled, holy shit, if things went really bad this could turn Austin into Batman.