Peeling off the Arkham Knight's helmet to find a giant bat head
gnashing back at you is Game of the Year making, too, and if you take into account the Arkham Knight's affiliation with Scarecrow the theory starts to become a little more convincing.
And then, on the hopeful assumption that everyone slept through the night, or at least until dawn, next would come breakfast, six - way debates over what to eat for breakfast, a belated but grandly sung Latin grace (the girls went to Gregorian - chant camp in the summer), and then backpack - packing, hair brushing that featured much wailing and
gnashing of small teeth, and finally
back to the elevator - button wars before a race - walk over to the convention center.