Talia: That harlot near Damian is unacceptable. Bruce: …Who? Talia: The man strutting around in nothing but his undergarments! Bruce: What man?! Danny, phasing through the wall: Hey! Not like I asked to die in my boxers! Bruce: Oh, it’s just a ghost. I’ll have Justice League Dark— Danny: That’s prejudice against ecto-beings! Talia: Correct. Respect the dead, Beloved. Bruce: So… a ritual? To clothe him?! Danny: Sure. Hair, blood, weirdness… done. We’re married. Bruce: WHAT?! Danny, shifting human: Yep. Three-person ritual. You, Talia, me. Married. Talia: Well done, Harlot Husband. I am the new lady of the house. Danny: And I am the consort! Bruce: Did I die? Is this hell?
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