Tim: Oh no.

Steph: OH MY GOD IT'S STILL UP?

Jason: Wait, somebody made a wiki page?

Duke: There are seventeen pages. It has citations.

Damian: As it should. It was a historical event.

Cass: Very funny.

Duke: What happened?

Tim: Nothing happened.

Steph: Tim started a civil war.

Tim: That is a gross exaggeration.

Jason: No, that's pretty much exactly what happened.

Duke: Explain.

Dick: It started because Tim was sleep-deprived.

Tim: That's not relevant.

Everyone: It is.

Tim: Fine. I hadn't slept in three days.

Steph: Four.

Tim: Whatever.

Steph: Four.

Tim: Anyway, we were getting food after patrol—

Jason: Batburger.

Tim: Right. Batburger.

Steph: Trademark infringement is still hilarious.

Tim: And while we were eating, I casually said—

Duke: Uh oh.

Tim: I casually said that pickles are objectively the worst burger topping.

Duke: That's it?

Cass: Not it.

Jason: That's what he thinks started it.

Tim: That IS what started it.

Damian: Incorrect. The true catalyst was Grayson.

Dick: Hey!

Damian: You gasped like someone had announced the death of a loved one.

Dick: Because pickles are amazing.

Tim: They're soggy.

Dick: They're crunchy!

Tim: They're wet.

Dick: Everything is wet, Tim!

Steph: See? This is exactly how it started.

Duke: You're all arguing about it right now.

Jason: We never stopped.

Duke: You never—

Cass: Two years.

Duke: TWO YEARS?

Steph: Dick got offended. Tim doubled down.

Tim: Because I was right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: Right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: Right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: See? This.

Jason: Then I said pineapple was worse.

Duke: Why would you do that?

Jason: Because I enjoy chaos.

Steph: Then Damian said anyone who voluntarily eats pineapple on a burger should be exiled from society.

Damian: A reasonable position.

Cass: Jason had pineapple.

Duke: Of course he did.

Jason: It was delicious.

Damian: Your taste buds are defective.

Jason: You eat dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

Damian: Because they are shaped like dinosaurs.

Jason: That's not a defense.

Steph: Then Cass said she'd eat basically anything.

Cass: True.

Steph: And suddenly everyone was yelling.

Tim: It wasn't yelling.

Steph: Tim.

Tim: Fine. It was yelling.

Duke: Where does the "incident" part come in?

Everyone: …

Duke: Why is everyone quiet?

Jason: Because this is where it gets stupid.

Duke: More stupid?

Dick: We decided to settle it democratically.

Duke: That's not stupid.

Steph: We made brackets.

Duke: What?

Tim: Like a tournament.

Duke: For burger toppings?

Tim: For burger toppings.

Duke: Why?

Tim: We had resources.

Duke: WHAT RESOURCES?

Tim: A whiteboard.

Steph: Three laptops.

Cass: Projector.

Jason: Damian made graphs.

Damian: My graphs were excellent.

Duke: You made GRAPHS?

Damian: Statistical analysis is important.

Duke: For burger toppings?

Damian: Especially for burger toppings.

Dick: It got really competitive.

Steph: Really competitive.

Tim: In our defense—

Steph: No.

Tim: Fair.

Duke: How did Bruce react?

Jason: He didn't know.

Duke: Didn't know?

Jason: Until the finals.

Duke: There were FINALS?

Cass: Pickles versus bacon.

Duke: Of course there were.

Dick: The Batfam was divided.

Steph: Friendships were tested.

Jason: Allegiances shifted.

Damian: Weaknesses were exposed.

Tim: You're being dramatic.

Damian: Drake, you attempted voter fraud.

Duke: HE WHAT?

Tim: It was one extra vote.

Steph: Thirty-seven extra votes.

Tim: Details.

Dick: Then Bruce walked in.

Duke: And?

Cass: Silence.

Steph: Complete silence.

Jason: Like a horror movie.

Tim: Bruce looked at the giant tournament bracket.

Dick: Then at the spreadsheets.

Steph: Then at Damian's pie charts.

Cass: Then at the burger ranking manifesto.

Duke: The WHAT?

Jason: Thirty-two pages.

Tim: It was collaborative.

Duke: You wrote a thirty-two-page manifesto about burger toppings?

Damian: Thirty-four pages after revisions.

Duke: I don't know why I asked.

Dick: Bruce just stood there for a minute.

Steph: Looking disappointed.

Jason: Deeply disappointed.

Cass: Very deep.

Tim: Then he asked one question.

Duke: What question?

Everyone: "Why are there campaign posters?"

Duke: CAMPAIGN POSTERS?!

Steph: "A Vote For Bacon Is A Vote For The Future."

Jason: Mine was pretty good.

Damian: It was terrible.

Jason: You're just mad because pickles lost.

Dick: THEY WERE ROBBED.

Tim: They deserved it.

Dick: THEY MADE IT TO THE FINALS.

Tim: And then they lost.

Dick: CORRUPTION.

Duke: So that's why there's a wiki page?

Steph: No.

Duke: There's more?

Cass: Always more.

Jason: The wiki page exists because Alfred found the manifesto.

Tim: Oh no.

Steph: Oh yes.

Jason: And he corrected the grammar.

Duke: He what?

Dick: Every single typo.

Damian: Added footnotes.

Cass: Sources.

Steph: Citations.

Jason: Then he printed it.

Duke: WHY?

Tim: Nobody knows.

Steph: To shame us.

Dick: To preserve history.

Damian: To educate future generations.

Cass: Funny.

Duke: So somewhere in Wayne Manor there is a professionally edited document about burger toppings.

Jason: Multiple copies.

Duke: I hate all of you.

Bruce, walking into the room: Why is this conversation happening again?

Everyone: TIM STARTED IT.

Tim: HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?

Bruce: Because every conversation that ends with me finding campaign posters somehow traces back to you.

Dick: That's actually a great question.

Bruce: I wasn't asking rhetorically.

Tim: We know.

Bruce: Then answer it.

Jason: Okay, but you're gonna be really mad.

Bruce: Jason, there is a horse standing next to the Batmobile. I am already really mad.

Damian: Father, perhaps you should focus on the fact that the horse is exceptionally well-behaved.

Bruce: Damian, why are you defending the horse?

Damian: Because he has done nothing wrong.

Bruce: HE'S IN THE BATCAVE.

Dick: Technically, we brought him in.

Bruce: WHO IS "WE"?!

Dick: Team effort.

Tim: Against my will.

Jason: That's not true. You contributed.

Tim: I contributed because if I didn't, you would have killed yourselves.

Bruce: Start from the beginning.

Dick: Okay, so we were on patrol—

Jason: Already a lie. We were getting tacos.

Dick: We were getting tacos while on patrol.

Jason: That's still not patrol.

Tim: Can we stay focused?

Bruce: Please.

Dick: Anyway, we were getting tacos and Damian saw a horse.

Damian: A magnificent horse.

Jason: It was just some random horse.

Damian: Silence. You lack vision.

Tim: It was standing in a petting zoo.

Damian: A prison.

Dick: Damian decided he wanted to pet it.

Jason: Then the horse started following us.

Tim: For six blocks.

Bruce: And none of you thought to call animal control?

Dick: We did.

Tim: No, we didn't.

Dick: I thought about it.

Bruce: That's not the same thing.

Jason: Then Damian named the horse.

Bruce: Of course he did.

Damian: His name is Lord Waffles.

Bruce: No, it isn't.

Damian: It is now.

Bruce: Then what happened?

Tim: Lord Waffles became emotionally attached to Damian.

Bruce: How do you know?

Tim: He kicked Jason every time Jason got close.

Jason: Three times.

Dick: Four.

Jason: The fourth one barely counts.

Bruce: So instead of calling someone, you brought the horse here?

Dick: In our defense—

Bruce: There is no defense.

Dick: Fair.

Tim: Actually, there was a problem.

Bruce: What problem?

Tim: The horse refused to get into any trailer.

Jason: Or truck.

Dick: Or van.

Damian: Because he trusted only us.

Jason: No, because he's stupid.

Damian: Say that again and I shall feed you to him.

Bruce: And your solution was the Batcave?

Tim: It wasn't my solution.

Jason: It was Dick's solution.

Dick: It was Damian's solution.

Damian: It was Jason's vehicle.

Jason: TRAITOR.

Bruce: How did you even get a horse into Gotham?

Jason: Batmobile.

Bruce: ...

Bruce: You put a horse in the Batmobile.

Dick: To be fair, it was really funny.

Tim: It was not.

Jason: It was a little funny.

Damian: Lord Waffles enjoyed the ride.

Bruce: I don't even know how to respond to that.

(A loud CRASH echoes from deeper in the cave.)

Bruce: What was that?

(Everyone suddenly avoids eye contact.)

Bruce: What. Was. That.

Tim: Hypothetically?

Bruce: Not hypothetically.

Jason: The horse may have found the giant penny.

Bruce: The horse found the giant—

(Another crash.)

Dick: On the bright side, he's having a great time.

Bruce: ALFRED!

Alfred: Yes, sir?

Bruce: Why are you calm about this?!

Alfred: Because, Master Bruce, this is the fifth strange animal they've brought home this year.

Bruce: Fifth?!

Alfred: The fourth if you don't count Master Jason.

Jason: Wow.

Dick: That's fair, honestly.

Tim: Yeah.

Jason: I hate this family.

(Lord Waffles neighs loudly.)

Damian: You hear that? Even Lord Waffles disagrees.

Bruce: I'm going to bed.

Tim: It's three in the afternoon.

Original

Superman is a very very forgiving person. he wants people to do better. he will tell people when he's disappointed, but more likely he will try to give them a chance to make up for or fix their mistake or mistake.

Batman is not the sort of person who hands out complements very often. the ones he does give out mean something.

the JLA likely has a pair of boards up on the wall. one with names of people who Superman has been disappointed in, the other counting Batman's complements

the rules on the Board of Shame are a lot more strict then the Board of Pride. any complement counts for batman, its a positive thing after all.

the board of shame rules are as such 1) the person who hes disapointed in must be at least 15 years old. the board is for people who should know better, not for a kid being stupid. 2) no relatives. this is for peers, not for Jon 3) direct quote 4) witness

Board of Pride rules 1) Direct quote 2)witness

That’s the number of people at level 1 literacy or below. Level 1 literacy is like grade school level. Able to read labels and straightforward instructions and whatnot.

After nearly a week of quiet nights, batman starts to investigate. He notices one pattern, a girl seen perched on the roof of a tower ever night. He goes out to see her, finding her singing softly (turn your face-rihanna) She tries to ignore him and focus on singing but he interrogates her. He eventually gets fed up ans knocks her out. Almost immediately, his watch chimes that Arkham has just had the biggest breakout in months, multiple places have exploded, multiple attacks, as if every one of his rogues is out all at once. He realizes she has something to do with it and takes her back to the cave. 

She wakes up and they interrogate her before eventually agreeing to let her fix things, its still dark out, she starts singing (We are Robins voice strong) and they see little waves of faint almost glitter like golden soundwaves leave her in the shape of a flower and Barbara announces Arkham was able to fix the breakout before everyone got out, GCPD caught several goons and only a few rogues are out. She starts singing From Now On and they feel their smaller scrapes and cuts heel, and a longing to come home even though they are in the cave. And the pit rage quiets. She also sings Brother-Kodaline and it makes them feel emotional. They watch her keep singing until the sun is up before she grows drowsy

They do an experiment by making her sing songs to support the villains (Calling all the monsters, Ways to be Wicked) and are horrified when they cant win a single fight against any of the rogues (of which all are out at fighting) Babs has her counter quickly realizing they are losing, she immediately switches her mic to the comms singing takedown for an extra boost