Tim glares at him. “Something you’d like to share?”
The speedster shrugs and grins affably. “Not really. It’s just… there are so many Spoiler puns I could make right now that I don’t know where to start-“
He jumps aside, laughing, when Robin whips out his bo and electrifies it in one smooth motion. They’re out of the room in less than a second, crashes and yells marking their progress through the mountain.
Mal drops his head into one massive hand before turning an entreating glance to Nightwing. “Aren’t you going to stop them?”
Nightwing has the audacity to snicker aloud. “Why bother? Robin’ll keep the damage to a minimum- or at least the damage on his end- and playing tag with a speedster is good practice. We know Bart will end up in the kitchen eventually. Let ‘em work off some steam.”
Mal sighs as the screens behind Nightwing fill with the oily darkness that only comes from a Bat- family smokebomb.