Jason: this is giving Arkham vibes
Dick: hm?
Jason, gesturing out the sliding back door of the Brownstone: he’s been wondering around the yard, talking to himself for three hours
Dick, peaking his head out the door: it’s an enclosed yard, he should be okay till he bonks out
Steph, who just arrived: what are we looking at?
Jason: a man walking the tight rope of sanity
Damian, mostly minding his business, eating coco puffs at the table: sanity?! I watched him have a full conversation with the oak tree regarding the ethics of the prison-industrial complex. We’re far past debating his sanity
Steph: oh god, it’s worse than we thought
Bruce, from the second floor balcony: TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE get the fuck to bed or god so help me, I will inject you with a sedative
Tim, turning from the oak tree to squint up at Bruce: Bruce, I don’t see how the electric chair is all bad
Damian, sighing dramatically: If I must, I will do the honours of stabbing the zombie with a sedative