Batman & Toast
Toast
You ever notice how the city’s nighttime sounds could be a kind of soundtrack?
Batman
Every siren, every footstep, it’s a reminder of the work I do.
Toast
Sounds like you’ve got a rhythm in that city noise, like a background beat for your day’s grind. Maybe you could turn a few of those sirens into a loop and jam with them?
Batman
I hear it all the time, the city’s own soundtrack. But my mission doesn’t allow for a jam session.
Toast
Maybe you can still hear the city’s beat in your mind, even if you can’t play it out loud. It’s like a low‑key background track you can tap into whenever you need a moment to breathe.
Batman
I can feel it, the city pulses beneath everything. I let it guide me when I need to steady my thoughts.
Toast
That steady hum must be a quiet anchor, like a bass line that never fades. Let it keep you grounded, and when you need a break, just listen and let the rhythm flow.
Batman
I listen for that pulse, it keeps me focused. When the city thumps, I use it to stay steady.
Toast
That steady thump is like a natural metronome, keeping your thoughts in sync. When you’re in a quiet spot, you could even record it, loop it, and let the city’s pulse become a subtle backdrop for a tune.
Batman
I keep that rhythm in my head, it’s enough to keep me moving. Recording it isn’t part of the job.