Incorrect Quotes for Chapter 9 of my batfic
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Batman:
Batman:
Batman: …Why are you wearing that.
Dick: I wanted to match the vibe.
Batman: The vibe is “classified meeting.”
Dick: Yeah, very bat-themed. Nailed it.
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Bruce: What the hell were you thinking?
Dick: I was thinking—
Bruce: Don’t.
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Bruce: You weren’t working alone.
Dick: My dad has no faith in me
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Bruce: When did “bored” become justification for antagonizing gods.
Dick: Around the same time we learned parkour.
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Bruce (to himself): I need better locks.
Batcave: silently judges him
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Alfred: Tea, sir.
Bruce: There has to be an easy solution.
Alfred: Fascinating.
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Jason: Did you really tell Dick to read.
Bruce: Yes.
Jason: Wow. Prison changed you.
Bruce: I’ve…never gone to prison?
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Dick narrates his grounding like a documentary
Dick (whispering, reverent): Here we observe the Common Batfather, deep within his natural habitat.
Dick: The subject has crossed his arms. This is a defensive posture. A warning.
Bruce: Stop narrating.
Dick (quietly): The Batfather attempts to assert dominance.
Dick: Note the eyebrow. Raised. This indicates disappointment. Far more dangerous than anger.
Bruce: You are grounded.
Dick: Ah. And here it is. The ritual punishment.
Dick: Grounding in adult vigilantes is largely symbolic. The subject will continue crime-fighting, but with vibes.
Bruce: Dick.
Dick: The Batfather uses the cub’s name to reestablish authority.
Dick: I am being released into the wild with conditions. Observe the minimal eye contact.
Bruce: No patrol tonight.
Dick: A loss of enrichment activities.
Dick: Scientists believe this is meant to encourage reflection.
Jason (offscreen): It won’t.
Dick: The cub remains undeterred.
Bruce: I am serious.
Dick: The Batfather believes this.
Dick: In rare cases, grounding ends when the cub performs an act of service. Such as dishes. Or apologizing. Or both.
Bruce: You are not a documentary narrator.
Dick: The Batfather denies the cub’s identity.
Dick: And now, the cub will test boundaries—
Bruce: Don’t.
Dick: —by asking for pizza.
Bruce: Get out.
Dick: The cub retreats, victorious.
Dick (walking away): Join us next week, when the Batfather discovers he has no control over his cubs
Bruce (to himself): I should’ve adopted cats.




















