Tim Drake carefully balancing two boxes of assorted donuts when he opens his front door, and finding Jason on his couch, who is all, “Donuts? Score! But how’d you know I’d be here, Baby B??”
And Tim is like, “Ha. Ha ha. Yes, I knew you were here. Of course I wouldn’t eat all two dozen, specially picked donuts by myself. There’s like, four strawberry crullers, whatever. No big deal.”


















