π¨π An ice cream to bond
(With a surprise at the end hahaha)
π¦1. Bruce and Dick Dick (11, hanging upside down from a park bar): Can I get mint chocolate chip, and also sprinkles, and maybe a second cone in case I drop the first one doing flips? Bruce: Youβre going to drop it. Dick: I said βin caseβ! Bruce (handing over only one cone): β¦Fine. Dick (grinning): Maybe I won't drop it! Bruce: Youβre literally upside down right now. The ice cream cone falls. They both look at the flattened scoop on the ground and the waffle cone like a tiny hat. Dick: One for me, one for the ants... Did you know my elephant loved ice cream cones?
π¦2. Bruce and Jason Jason (21, in front of the happiest ice cream stand in the world, without clowns): I want the darkest chocolate they have. Like, morally ambiguous chocolate. Bruce: What does that evenβ Jason: If the cocoa beans werenβt ethically sourced, I donβt want it. Bruce (long sigh): Okay. Jason: Also Iβm eating it for breakfast. Bruce: Itβs 6 p.m. Jason: Breakfast. Bruce, surprised: Did you just wake up? Jason: Iβm a crime lord. Bruce (shoulders slumped): We can have whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top. Jason: ...Okay.
π¦3. Bruce and Tim Tim (17, dead-eyed): I donβt even know what I want. Bruce: Thatβs okay. Tim: Iβve had three hours of sleep and the last thing I ate wasβ¦ I donβt remember. Bruce: So no coffee ice cream. Tim: Whyβ¦? Bruce: Anything else. Tim: β¦is fine. Rainbow sherbet. Bruce: And a bottle of water. Tim (being guided to the car by Bruceβs hand on his back): Wait, I havenβt finished it, Iβll make a mess. Bruce: Donβt worry. Tim: Besides, itβs hot in the car. Bruce: It'll be fine. Tim: And I should get back to the officeβ¦ (Four minutes later) Bruce (on the phone): Hi, Alfred. Yes. The Mercedes sports car needs cleaning. Yes. Heβs sleeping soundly. Iβll drive to Metropolis and back β he needs that sleep time.
π¦4. Bruce and Damian Damian (8, arms crossed next to the main door of Wayne Manor): I do not require βice cream.β Bruce: Itβs not a requirement. Itβs a treat. Damian: Father, my metabolism functionsβ Bruce: Do you want pistachio or not? Damian (grumbling): β¦Fine. But only if itβs imported. Bruce: Iβm sure Gotham has elite pistachio. Damian (suspicious): If this is a bonding exercise, Iβm billing Alfred.
π¦5. Bruce and Clark Superman (cheerful): Youβre getting rocky road again, huh? Batman: Yes. Superman: A soft centre under all those crunchy layers. Fitting. Batman: Youβre vanilla. Superman: Thatβs not an insult. Batman (muttering): It depends on the context. Superman (smiling, already holding two cones): You shouldnβt make indecent advances towards me in front of an ice cream parlour. I stop people for less. Batman: You only heard it through your powers β and you shouldnβt know what Iβm talking about, boy scout. Superman (licking his ice cream): I like vanilla, but I could take a bite out of your rocky road. Batman (softening his expression, giving a secret smile): I suppose so.





















