Mar’i: *cradling a dead bird and sobbing*

Jason: I’ve been through this before, Sweetheart. When your Uncle Damian was fourteen, I was supposed to take care of his parakeet. It got out and flew into a fan. It was like a bloody pillow fight.

Mar’i: DAAAADDDDYYY!!!

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In which Dick (reluctantly) reconsiders caffeine-addicted Uncle Tim for babysitting.