When you finally, finally get some sleep but the Justice League needs your expertise…

Bruce: Hrrrrn. *mumbles* Yes. Speaking.

Bruce: *sits up on his bed, cradling the phone between his cheek and shoulder*

Bruce: *yawns* Could you just not let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something? I mean, it happens so rarely.

Robin: *bruised and bloodied*

Robin: You said… I remember you said that you could fix this. That you could get me back. Did you say that?

Batman: I did say that, yes.

Robin: Were you lying?

Batman: No.

Robin: Were you right?

Batman: … No.


In which Bruce Wayne wakes up palpitating and sweating for the nth night in a row…