Thor was
looking rather pensive when Bruce walked into his little apartment. He’d
expected the god of thunder to be there when he got home; it had become a
rather common occurrence over the last few months.
However,
Thor looked a little… unsettled. A thunderstorm had rolled in over the city,
casting the streets under a blanket of rain and wind and lightening, and Thor
was by the window, gazing out of it. He barely even reacted when Bruce walked
in.