Red Hood: Get off me, Dick!

Nightwing: Hold still for a sec, Li’l Wing!

Red Hood: Why can’t you just get Timbo or the Brat to do this with you?

Nightwing: Because @wingedskyes said that we were their favorite, Jay, so we can’t disappoint! *wiggles eyebrows and grins*

Red Hood: *exhasperated sigh*

Nightwing: Plus, Timmy hasn’t slept in three days and Dami’s… Well, I don’t even want to know what he’d do if I so much as suggested this to him.

Red Hood: Well, yeah, fine, but why this, though? What if I just spelled their name out on the wall with bullets in thirty seconds flat, huh? That might be impressive.

Nightwing: Yeah, but Alfred would ground us for life. Now, could you bend your back just a liiiittle bit more –

Red Hood: Hey, newsflash, Goldie, on this Earth I didn’t grow up all flexible like you –

Nightwing: Or maybe you could –

Red Hood: I swear, D, you twist my arm one more time –

Alfred: *walks into the Manor’s gymnastics room with @wingedskyes in tow*

Alfred: *stares stoically at Dick and Jason, whose bodies are contorted to spell out “W” and “S” atop a balancing beam*

Nightwing: *smiling proudly* Ta-daaa!

Red Hood: *loses his footing and falls to the floor*

Red Hood: *groaning* Ta-daAaa…

Alfred: *looks at the boys, then at @wingedskyes *

Alfred: Dinner will be served shortly. Don’t be late. *walks out*

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Thank you!