Bruce Wayne: hey don’t do that
Tim Drake: you’re my boss, this is personal, you don’t get a say
Tim: don’t worry about it
Bruce: It’s hard not to! Look, if you don’t listen to me…
Bruce: I’ll…I’ll tell your dad
Tim: PFFFT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
| Years Later, in which Tim has been adopted |
Tim: look B i can decide these things, don’t worry about it
Bruce: Tim, I’m serious. Don’t
Bruce: If you don’t listen to me…wait a minute
Bruce: I can ground you now
Bruce, full of confidence: If you don’t listen to me then you are grounded
Tim: You can’t ground me!
Bruce: I can, I’ve got a receipt for you and everything!
Bruce: And you’ve got a curfew too! And, uh, you need to lay off the coffee
Bruce: Yes. All these years watching you and your poor choices—
Bruce, continuing: —and now I can finally change them. It’s humbling. I’m so grateful.
Bruce: [ruffles Tim’s hair absentmindedly] tie your shoes, slugger
Bruce: [pats his head] I can ground you now
Bruce: Now you have to eat your broccoli
Tim, grinning: not in a million years, tyrant
