In other bat-related news, Batgrl decided that it wasn’t fair for only one of us to have a mushy brain, so she got into the act, too. I could have told her the headaches sucked, but she had to learn the hard way. Go give her some love now, won’t you? She’s home and resting and has Jon Sullivan, Cranky Bastard and her parents to care for her. And Beckett the cat, of course, who I refuse to believe has a sippy straw stuck in his shoulder.