#batlings

Steph: BATLINGS!!! We have come to bestow good news and great joy upon all of us this Christmas season.

Dick: That's right! We have convinced Bruce and Alfred to allow us to decorate the mansion the holidays this year!

Jason: Why, exactly, would we be happy about that?

Steph: BECAUSE, being in charge of decorating also means that we are in charge of what decorations go up. *smiles evilly*

Dick: Steph, no. NO

Steph: It's time for mistlefoe, baby!

Everyone but Dick: MISTLEFOE!!!!!!

Dick, curling into fetal position, crying: No. Not again. Please, God no!

Tim: *pats Dick consolingly*

Later, while watching the others (try) to decorate:

Me, to Cass: It's not even Thanksgiving.

man will tell you he works alone then show you his 56 vigilante children

Dick: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~

Jason: What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Dick: Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?

Tim: I've got to get perfect SAT’s. Then I can get into an Ivy League University, and begin my career as the youngest tech mogul in history at my future company Drake Industries and be able to retire comfortably while taking care of an aging grumpy Bruce, Alfred’s retirement home, and paying Jason’s bail money.

Dick: Jason’s in jail!?

Tim: Not yet he isn’t.

Later that day...

Alfred: The point is it doesn't matter if you're perfect. All that matters is you do your best.

Tim: Well, my best isn't going to win me my seat as the youngest tech developer in history, pay for an aging Bruce, your retirement, or get Jason out of jail.

Alfred: Jason’s in jail!?