Summary:

"You’re gonna freak out so badly over this when you actually wake up", she informed Tim’s fluffy hair.

Said vigilante only released a cute little snore, face buried on her lap, legs thrown over Kon’s, one hand that had fallen from the couch resting on Bart’s head where he sat on the floor in front of them.

"Well, they were going to find out one way or another. And this was probably among the best scenarios."

"How? This was probably out of Tim’s ‘worst case’ nightmare list."

"I was there and saw their faces. I didn’t even know Batman could express any emotion other than ‘cold’ and ‘overflowing with rage’. That image will bring me joy in future distressing times, I’m sure. My patronus memory, if you will."