*Bruce sleeping on an armchair, mouth slightly open, surrounded by whispering batkids*
Dick: *flicking a bread crumb into Bruce's mouth* 13...
Jason: *following suit* 14...
Damian: *watching, but not taking part* You'd think he'd have woken by now.
Dick: 16... Maybe he's just tired.
Damian: Then why are you imbeciles trying to wake him?
Jason: 17... Yes. We're just doing our duty by feeding him.
Tim: Because we're worried. 18...
Jason: Like the good sons we are.
Dick: The best sons. 19...
Damian: You are all horrible.
Jason: *nodding solemnly* 20...
Damian: ...You've convinced me. I'm joining.
Tim: Alright, after me. 21...
Damian: *pushing sleeves to his elbows* Whoever wakes him up gets to take the blame... and buy the rest food.
Everyone: *vigorous nodding*
Damian: Very well. Good luck, gentlemen. 22...
Everyone: 23... 24... 25...
Bruce: *has been awake since breadcrumb #1, finding it increasingly hard to find a non-awkward way to wake up the longer the game goes*
Everyone: ...51... 52... 53...
Dick: We're getting low on crumbs, lemme get more. Anybody need anything?
Bruce: *coughing on 53 bread crumbs* And water--if you don't--mind
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