Tam: *walking slowly around Tim’s bedroom and checking out posters of obscure rock bands on the walls*
Tam: *smirking* You know, you’re weird.
Tim: *trying to sound chill while (almost) soundlessly dumping his disguises into his cabinet, kicking weapons under his bed, and taking down case photos linked with thread and pinned to his headboard, all while Tam’s back is still to him* You have no idea.
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.
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