It’s funny how going to Batcave seems like such a great idea when your groups has already been drinking at a bar six blocks away and doesn’t want to go home yet because hey, it’s only one thirty. I don’t actually remember the last time I was there (before last night, which I do remember, mostly), but I do know that a Red Bull didn’t cost seven dollars. Seven dollars! And that’s without vodka! If I had actually paid for any of my other drinks earlier in the evening, I bet I would have been mightily pissed off.