Wayne Manor, 3 AM…

Dick: *teary-eyed, sniffling, and sneezing*

Dick: *heads to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of milk*

Dick: *pauses when he hears swift, clicking sounds*

Dick: *thinks to himself, “WTF?!”, and grabs an escrima stick from a secret compartment behind the refrigerator*

Dick: *wipes his nose with the back of his hand and prepares to pounce on the silhouette by the breakfast table*

Dick: aaaaaAAAHHH –

Tim: *swivels around, dead-eyed and on his sixty-fourth cup of coffee*

Tim: I typed your symptoms on my laptop here. And it says you could have Network Connectivity Problems.

@prison-mikes-bandana, an updated version. Haha.