As we were finishing our breakfast yesterday the waitress came over to see if there was anything else we wanted, and then gave us our bill. As Doc was checking the bill he noticed the time, which was printed at the bottom, and was surprised how late it was. I looked at my watch, and reassured him that the time stamp on the bill was an hour off.
I also pointed out, this would provide us with a great alibi if we had any crimes we wanted to commit that day. We both laughed, and then thought for a moment, before admitting we just couldn't come up with anything to do.
It's probably a good thing we aren't spur-of-the-moment, devil-may-care, super-villains when the opportunity presents itself, but it's still vaguely disappointing to really know that about yourself. Doc C will never be Doctor Horrible and I will never be Catwoman. Except for Halloween, obviously.