Alfred: Sir, I don't mean to interrupt your evening, but there is an emergency regarding Master Daniel-
Random woman: Ugh, you can never find good help now a days. They always speak without permission. Can't he see we're in the middle of a date?
Bruce: *Slipping on his shirt* Get out.
Bruce: No one talks about the man who raised me that way.
Woman: He's your nanny? Gosh it's not like he's your actual father. What, did Daddy not pay enough attention to you so you got attached to Nanny McBrit?
Danny: Wow lady, thats a brave thing to say to a famously known orphan. Pretty stupid too, but thats not much of a surprise. Based on the way you dressed, I guessed your intelligence level right off the bat.
Woman: And who the hell are you?
Woman grabbing her coat: I dont care what Wayne's bastard has to say. I don't do men with brats Wayne. I can't believe you didnt tell me you had one.
Bruce: I can't believe I thought I could endure the smell of rotten fish for the night but foresight is 20/20. No kindly fuc-
Alfred sharply: Master Bruce!
Danny: Go ahead B. Say it. Ill pay the swear jar fee for you.
Alfred Sharper: Master Daniel!
Woman: You're all not worth it. And I hope your ready for the consequences of your dirty secert Wayne. The taliods will love to hear all about your miniature.
Alfred: Master Daniel!!!!
Danny: What? Not my fault gravity likes heavy dull things.
Woman: You'll pay for that! *slams door*
Bruce: *sigh* Can't believe I wasted a day on that.
Danny: You really need to fix your tastes. How can you set a good example for me if your constantly bring back rubbish? You're hurting your favorite brother's romantic standards.
Bruce: You're my only brother
Danny: Ah, but I'm still the favorite right Alfred?
Alfred: Now is not the time for that Master Daniel. We have to deal with your stab wound.
Bruce: DANNY'S BEEN STABBED!?
Danny shrugs: Only a little. I already stitched it up. Alfred is throwing this out of proportion.
Alfred: The wound goes across your abdomen!
Danny: No only the stitches do.
Danny: Well excuse me for only knowing the lazy daisy snitch. At least my stab wound looks pretty!
Bruce: Get in the car, we're going to the hospital. God what would Mom say to all this!?
Danny: That my wound looks pretty!
Alfred: Actually Master Bruce, Lady Martha would have said that.