He drives me crazy...

[_darkknight_]

The three men representing three generations stand before the sleek blackness of the Batmobile: grandfatherly and loyal servant, brooding master of the house, erstwhile young ward. The middle and largest of the three is, in his nighttime guise, impervious to fear

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[_nightwing_]

The youngest of the three is practically bouncing off the walls. He can't keep still, and he throws out his arms to the massive vehicle with a expression of utter glee on his face.

This is gonna be so cool!

[_alfred_]

"Let all of Gotham tremble," intones the butler.

[_darkknight_]

Bruce swallows hard before glowering. "Just around the Cave for now. You understand that, right?"

Did his voice shake a bit? Perhaps he's getting a cold.

[_nightwing_]

He waves dismissively with a hand, with typical teenage arrogance.

Yeah, yeah. I got it. I've seen you do this a hundred times. How hard can it be?

And he's running and vaulting into the vehicle's front seat. The driver's seat. The DRIVER'S SEAT.

The other Titans are gonna be jealous as hell.

[_darkknight_]

"Upstairs. Homework. Now."

Danger, Will Robinson. Danger.

[_nightwing_]

He looks to Alfred, then down at the floor. Worse than any temper his guardian could level at him, is the evident disappointment. He lifts his chin, and straightens, but avoids Bruce's gaze.

Yes, sir.

Dick casts a brief look back over his shoulder at the mess, then moves past the two men, heading for the staircase.

[_darkknight_]

"Dick."

[_nightwing_]

He stops, but doesn't turn around.