Solitaire
Slade lounged on his throne-like chair, unguarded.
He sighed in boredom. Boredom... an increasingly bothersome situation. It was raining, ruining any chances of golfing, and he really wasn't in the mood for another one of Robin's one-liners.
As endearing as they are.
Even his own teammates hated them... the cringing and eye rolling was kind of a give-away.
Eyebrows raised, he began the game of solitaire. Better than nothing. Twenty three games later, he realized how quiet it was.
The empty building echoed with each card flip.
And for the first time in years, he felt a small sense of loneliness.