“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…”
“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…”
“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-”
NRNAMGMWMGMWJGK Law getting so caught up in the Strawhats’ antics that he shouts “I DON’T LIKE BREAD” and then we see him pouting and eating rice balls I’m going to CRY I LOVE HIM,,
Martha, Alfred, Bruce and Clark, and John sitting in the kitchen and trying to have a peaceful conversation, when inhuman screeching from upstairs is followed by a stampede of footsteps, before Dick races down into the kitchen, running frantically, empty water gun in hand.
"What is going on?" Bruce barks, with absolutely zero effect because Jason is there a second later and tackles him through the net door on the patio.
Martha's utterly charmed watching Bruce drop the exceedingly polite guest act as he scrambled out to the cold patio to scold the gremlins.
Clark shook his head, as the drill sergeant Batman voice filtered into the house.
Both boys are grinning when they enter, still bickering, utterly unabashed. But they do apologize to Martha and John about the door.
"I'm very sorry about that. I will pay for the door." Bruce says, dropping back into his seat.
"You raised a good one, Alfred," Martha said, patting the butler's hand.