#( dramatic )

Dick: *swinging on the chandelier.* ppft! i can do more than this!

Bruce: *act like about to faint.* oh, ohh! Richard my son! oh, how worried i am seeing you like that, please my son! please come down before anything happens.. t-that chandelier is already 100 years old!

Dick: ... o-okay.. *gets down.*

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Jason: *ready to leave the party with his motorcycle.*

Bruce: *holding to jay's motorcycle.* dear jason! my prince, where would you go leaving your dad alone here huh?? you don't know i would be so lonely and weak without you here..!

Jason: *can't even move his motorcycle for an inch, turn off the gear.* right.. so fucking weak.

Bruce: Jason! language! aaahh– *faints.*

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Tim: *holding a meeting in WE, clearly tired.*

Bruce: *barge in.* my son Timothy! you look very unwell! come, don't let your dad worry you too much! we can always continue this meeting next week!

Tim: i think.. i think that is for today, I'm gonna take a rest for today too. thank you for everyone's hard work..

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Damian: *at Gala with Bruce.* father, i need to–

Bruce: *dramatic gasps, the guests now look at them.* what sweet pie??! you want to tell my friends here your achievements in the hospital internship?! oh please go on, my dear! father is so proud of you

Damian: *confused.* i.. i.. i just.. helping heart attack patients..