"HI UNCLE MATT!" Duck winces slightly as Robin declares the presence of someone they know before he can remind him that even if they're outside- he should probably still use his inside voice. "Uncle Matt- Uncle Matt look I'm Chunky."
"Chucky, buddy, Chucky. I mean, maybe you're a little chunky too. But that's fuel for the chaos, nothin' wrong with it." He drops one hand down, places it atop Robin's head and holds him in place. "Hey Matt." He greets himself after a minute. "As ya can see, me an' the mini-me are keepin' each other on the straight an' narrow tonight." His costume isn't exactly the 'straight and narrow' interpretation of his character, the white shirt across his chest open almost entirely- the mask shaped oddly- to sit over his scars, instead of mirroring the phantom himself. "You an' Hawk plannin' on gettin' in on the pumpkin contest? Me an Robin 're supposed t' catch up with Z here soon and do some carvin'- I just uh. need a few minutes with him unarmed." He declares, Robin practically vibrating in place beside Mal. "He's been downin' candy apples since noon- he might eventually vibrate so fast he clips outta the bounds a' reality an he has his instructions fer bringin' back help." He's more himself, if the joke is any indicator.
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