7:30 A.M.

Damn. The third morning in as many days I've overslept. Four hours should be more than enough. The master's recent nocturnal habits have certainly started to test my resolve. A change of schedule is certainly in order. Well first things first...

Piping hot Earl Grey with honey and lemon, naturally. It soothes the nerves.

Bugger! Apparently it soothes the nerves and scalds the tongue. I must make note to vent my frustration in the cave later today. Master Bruce won't mind of course, he'll be too busy playing dress up. Of all the...I wanted to set up a foundation in their honor and bring politics and integrity to this city but you had a pathological need didn't you?

There, that's better. A quick scone with the rest of the tea and I'm off to tend to the bullet wounds...again.

8:15 A.M.

He's still unconscious, but stabilized. If he keeps this up he's going to turn into a patchwork quilt before year's end. No, never mind. I believe Crazy Quilt has been spoken for. Although the moniker is just as arbitrarily insane as the one he has decided upon. So perhaps I'm splitting hairs. Although when one decides underwear must be worn outside the leggings another wonders what the man must wear in private.

Ha!

A little bit of gallows humor....

I imagine it's what keeps me going these days. I look at this man both broken and bloodied and all I see is the boy I loved with wounds that will never truly heal.

And as is my duty I will tend to the boy. I will give in to the fantasy and I will protect the fragile heart that lies within by providing the armor, by providing the mask, by providing the darkness in which he will hide. I do this because it is my duty. I owe too much to this boy and to this family to do otherwise.

8:45 A.M.

Still unconscious

9:30 A.M.

He awakens. Just when I am ready to give up all hope and pronounce him dead. When I am ready to denounce his terrible secret to the world. When I am ready to accept responsibility for every life he saved and every life he endangered, he wakes. The boy is going to drive me into an early grave.

I force Master Bruce to his feet. He has brought this on himself. The next task is not one to be taken lightly, even if it preceded by emergency surgery. It requires unearthly stamina and courage to face head on. It is only draining to his will and detrimental to his faith in this self righteous mission of justice. Perhaps the most terrifying and monumental obstacle he must overcome. Yet without this the facade he...*ahem* that I have worked so hard to cultivate will slip through his fingers and leave only the darkness for the world to see. The greatest challenge yet...

The Swedish Bikini Team.

Oh the humanity.....

10:00 P.M.

He has spent the last twelve hours frolicking, flirting, and building up sexual tension with six of the most beautiful women on the planet and his first instinct upon his return is to don a leather mask and tights and beat men half to death with his fists...

I'll have to look into the matter.