Superman: *throws his hands up in exasperation* Thank you, @hillshollow !
Batman: Hn.
Superman: Just this morning, at breakfast, for crying out loud!*imitating Bruce’s voice* “Clark, pass the ketchup.” Tone. “Jordan, you seem to enjoy eating garbage.” Tone. “Diana –” Well, you did dial it down for that one.
Batman: *puffing out his chest and putting his hands on his hips* And this is necessary at all times?
Superman:
Superman: *eyes glowing red* ARGH! *walks out of the hall*
Superman: There’s just no winning with you, Bruce!
Jason: Iāve 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.
[Expectation] Dick:Ā Bruce, I know what youāre going to say, and believe me, I totally agree with you. There is no excuse for what I did. It was idiotic, immature, totally reckless, and Iām really sorry. Iām just hoping against hope that you will give me another chance, which I admit I donāt deserve. If you could just find it in your heart to forgive me, I know I could earn your trust back.
[Reality] Jason: Itās not like it was even the Batmobile!
Torn apart furniture. Food and some sort of ink (or is that blood?) smeared all over the walls and carpets. A scorched living room ceiling. Tim tries to explain what happened to a visiting Connerā¦Ā Ā
Tim: It would take hours to explain the psychology of this event, so Iāll just simplify.Ā