The robins going through puberty: Carrbin
(She’s about 15 here, and Bruce isn’t her dad, he’s like her weird uncle who she works for)
Carrie(upside down listening to music):
Carrie(actively ignoring him):
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Carrie(just got hit in the boob, crumbling to the floor): ow
Bruce(standing still for too long):
Carrie(slingshots grape at the back of his head):
Carrie: yeah I know, waste of a perfectly good grape
Carrie(went home before going on patrol):
Bruce: why do you smell of weed?
Carrie(her parents were smoking): wouldn’t you like to know
Bruce: I mean you can do whatever you want but yeah
Carrie: this coming from the man who did lsd and coke as a kid is insane
Carrie: I know we’re on patrol but we need to find a store of some kind
Carrie: it wasn’t meant to be until next week :(
Bruce(pulls three different sizes from his bat-belt): which one?
Carrie: do you just have those on you at all times
Bruce: yeah, I work with a lot of women
Carrie(taking all three): fair enough
Carrie(hair over her eyes): I need to cut my hair.
Bruce: do you want me to do it?
Carrie: you can cut hair?
Bruce: I’ve done my own and my sons for the last 4 or so years so yeah
Carrie(broke into the Wayne manor kitchen, baking):
Bruce(getting coffee): hello??
Bruce: sweetie, why are you here
Bruce: … alright fair enough
Carrie(front seat of the Batmobile): I hate cramps
Carrie: I’m gonna commit a crime of some kind
Bruce: vigilanteism is a crime, so done that
Carrie(beating up a creep): bosh!
Carrie(punching stomach): slam!
Carrie(kicking shin): boom!
Bruce(punching face): Kaboom?
Carrie(got clay in her hair from clay face): I swear to fuck.
Bruce(trying to get clay off his suit): this is why my hair stays in the cowl
Carrie(working on a case for two days): ugh
Bruce(picking her up): yeah, it’s like that
Carrie: why can’t the criminal just tell me who they are???
Bruce: takes the fun out of it
Carrie: you think this is fun????
