Alfred: *walks into the Batcave with a tray of cookies*

Alfred: *watches as a thick, sticky, white substance drops from the ceiling and onto the tray*

Alfred: *sighs deeply* Is this absolutely necessary, Master Bruce?

Batman: *yelling from the ground floor while making a few adjustments to a vehicle* I thought it would brighten the cave up.

Alfred: *looks up at crevices on the ceiling* And where, may I ask, did you find this many of them?

Batman: 

Batman: Uh –

Alfred: *throws the guano-contaminated cookies into a trash bin* MASTER DAMIAN. *speed-walks out of the cave*

Nightwing: *getting off his motorcycle after it screeches to a halt* He is not gonna wanna see that room. *looks up* I like what you’ve done with the place. The yellow against all the black? *kisses his fingertips* Magnificent.

Batman: *grins* @fleetof-fandoms’ idea. You’ll have to send them a package for me. 

Nightwing: Yeaaaah… I don’t think a bumblebee-colored Batmobile qualifies as a package-package, but sure, I’ll drive it over.