For some reason, the idea of JARVIS fighting crime is one of the more absurd things Justin has ever imagined. He's not sure what to make of it, but it brings to mind the image of an Iron Man suit in a fancy tuxedo, like an Iron Butler suit, and that's enough to make him break out into a genuine smile he doesn't bother trying to repress. Why would he, who can see but Tony?
Sometimes, Justin finds himself worrying that he's too reserved. Not just because he doesn't tear up the house during fights (though this is, apparently, a sign that he's a freak to most women), but because he finds himself too used to the life of a CEO that even smiling is something he should be trying to hide. Even though they've had a whole month in Belize together and talked about wedding rings, he still finds a strange urge to quell basic emotions around Tony.
It's baffling and strange, and he really doesn't like it.
But then he goes into a voice that's better left to a reader's imagination and has been destroyed by several actors. No one will ever live up to Adam West, most likely, but by God, they had been trying. Oh, they had merit as films, certainly, but there was something about that simple suit, the crappy exclamations from Robin, and all the crazy shit that popped up on screen during fights that just made it damn near impossible to improve on. In Justin's mind at least.
The voice has him laughing, almost uproariously so. It's so awful and makes him think of a miscommunication where it seemed like Justin had a "thing" for—what did he call him?—nose-mole. But eventually it settles, and thank God he wasn't making a smore at the time, because all would be lost and it would have been an abortion of chocolate and marshmallow and graham cracker. Which would be tragic.
"I'm glad you don't talk like that. It makes...please don't ever talk like that. Seriously, I mean. If you...you say I have an obsession with Christian Bale, but I think, I think everyone does. I mean, not with the actor, but Batman. He's everywhere. He's the night. He's...he's Batman.
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Sometimes, Justin finds himself worrying that he's too reserved. Not just because he doesn't tear up the house during fights (though this is, apparently, a sign that he's a freak to most women), but because he finds himself too used to the life of a CEO that even smiling is something he should be trying to hide. Even though they've had a whole month in Belize together and talked about wedding rings, he still finds a strange urge to quell basic emotions around Tony.
It's baffling and strange, and he really doesn't like it.
But then he goes into a voice that's better left to a reader's imagination and has been destroyed by several actors. No one will ever live up to Adam West, most likely, but by God, they had been trying. Oh, they had merit as films, certainly, but there was something about that simple suit, the crappy exclamations from Robin, and all the crazy shit that popped up on screen during fights that just made it damn near impossible to improve on. In Justin's mind at least.
The voice has him laughing, almost uproariously so. It's so awful and makes him think of a miscommunication where it seemed like Justin had a "thing" for—what did he call him?—nose-mole. But eventually it settles, and thank God he wasn't making a smore at the time, because all would be lost and it would have been an abortion of chocolate and marshmallow and graham cracker. Which would be tragic.
"I'm glad you don't talk like that. It makes...please don't ever talk like that. Seriously, I mean. If you...you say I have an obsession with Christian Bale, but I think, I think everyone does. I mean, not with the actor, but Batman. He's everywhere. He's the night. He's...he's Batman.
"And maybe he has throat cancer, who knows."