As a kid I attempted to ship my sister to Egypt. Even tricked her into getting into the box. The only thing stopping me was a lack of stamps and adults taking me seriously. How many times do you think any of the BatKids tried something like that to each other?

Me: Here’s the thing… We’re talking about the Batkids here… They’ve got the brains, the resources, the gall, and an adoptive father who’s basically just stopped caring after the nth successful atte–

Dick: *from one end of the hall, talking on the phone* Uh, yes, is this Wayne Airlines? Yeah, I’m calling regarding a box that’s currently on one of your flights. It should be big enough to fit a teenager. Uh, yeah, hold on *covers the mouthpiece* Jason, which flight was it?

Jason: *yelling from the other end of the hall* Over my dead-again body, Dick.

Dick: *on the phone* Yeah, um, can you give me just a second?

Dick: *heads over to Damian on the other side of the room* Little D, come on, I need to know where Tim is before Bruce gets home.

Damian: *painting a portrait of Titus* Two words, Grayson. Social. Distancing.

Jason: *yelling* He’s finally getting uninterrupted sleep, Dickie!

Dick: You can’t keep sending Tim overseas for that reason –

Damian: That’s true, that’s why we send him for other reasons, too –

Jason: Shhhh!!! Alfred’s coming!

Dick: That’s it. I’m tell– *gets tackled to the ground by Damian*

Jason: *picks up the phone* Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Turns out I had the wrong airline. K, thanks, bye!

Me: So, um, yeah, @rosebloodwater .