A few days after Valentine's Day, I received a package from the missus containing, among pistachios, a coloring book, Star Wars fruit snacks and many other surprises, this bad boy.
|I am vengeance. I am the night. I am four years old.|
That's right, reader. You're jealous. I can feel it.
Behold the Arkham Asylum Hot Wheels Batmobile. I think it costs $1.65 and is unironically one of my favorite presents I've ever received. I will seriously derive hours and hours of enjoyment out of this. The missus knows me too well.
I've literally put on the Arkham City Soundtrack and driven around the living room, up sheer chair legs and off tabletops. For like, an hour.
Excuse me. Gotham calls.