Bruce was running through everyone he knew in Gotham starting with his kids.
Tim was the obvious candidate but he was across him at the breakfast table.
He'd just gotten off the phone with Clark who said he was looking at Damian.
Dick was definitely still on Tamaran with Star and Babs.
Jason was lactose intolerant and no one in their right mind would call him a twink.
Duke was upstairs sleeping according to Alfred.
Cass was in Norway with Steph for one of the missions they told him he wanted plausible deniability about.
Well there was no other option. He would have to go into work early. He woke Tim and offered him the prize of one of his ungodly caffeine creations from his favorite juice bar if he figured out who the kid was before they got there.
I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3
steps into a big pot of bubbling oil and sits there like its a hot tub and i snile at you so nicely that you step in after me and youre immediately boiled til theres nothing left
"Christ on a cracker" well actually I think you'll find Christ is the cracker. And also the wine. But you wouldn't know that you fucking protestant heathen