Bruce, getting older, starts noticing his eye sight is deteriorating. He doesn't know how badly until his kids help to point it out...
Bruce, sitting at the dining table, squinting at his laptop:
Tim, walking past him, toward he kitchen:
Bruce: Oh. Wait. I'm sorry, you had a growth spurt—
Tim, more horrified: WHaT?!
Bruce: I'm sorry— I swear this isn't a grief thing or hallucination—
Cassandra, sitting at the bat computer, playing Tetris:
Bruce, from across the batcave, squinting at the blurry blob at the bat computer: . . . Tim, are you looking up gay porn again..?
Bruce: Wait— Cass, no—
Cassandra, slowly retreating from the bat computer:
Bruce: No, that was a while ago, he was fourteen—
Cassandra: THE BAT COMPUTER?!
Bruce: Yes, the bat computer. Dick looked up worse.
Cassandra: I don't want to hear about any of this.
Damian, landing in Bruce's peripheral vision atop a building:
Bruce: Talia?? What are you doing here??
Bruce: You have her nose!
Damian: Tt. Never offend me or my Mother again, her genetics won out as they were superior to yours, thank goodness. I have more than her nose.
Bernard, chilling at Wayne Manor with Tim:
Bruce, walking in, squinting at them: . . . Stephanie, Cass, did you get haircuts??
Tim: Are... Is Stephanie and Cass just yuri versions of us??
Stephanie, walking by, holding Cass' hand: You wish! You're yaoi versions of us!
Bruce: Hrn... I might need to get my eyes checked...
Bernard: Tim, do you have a type?
Tim: Yeah. . . People with Daddy issues.
Bernard: That... Checks out.
Bruce, walking past a mirror and immediately clutching the wall:
Bruce, looking back at the mirror in horror: . . . I look like my Mother—
Jason, sitting on the bat mobiles hood while playing games on his phone:
Bruce, walking into the bat cave and pausing:
Bruce: . . . I thought you were a clone of me for a second.
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