I've kept smelling my mom all day long (turns out it's my scarf) and I remember I already made Jason go through that shit so, BAM!:
Dick, arms crossed: You had enough. Now let go of him.
Jason, face buried on Bruce's neck, shaking his head:
Bruce, trying to work on a case with his huge ass son koalaing his lap: Don't be mean, chum.
Dick, gasping: Mean? MEAN?! ME?!
Bruce, sighing: ... Son-
Dick: MEAAAAN?!
Jason, sniffing and tearing up: Not even the batsuit smells the same.
Dick: OH MY GOD!!! HOW WOULD IT?! IT'S BEEN DECADES!!
Jason, lower lip trembling:
Bruce, full panic mode: Oh, Jaylad. No, no. We'll find the perfume, don't cry.
Dick: WHAT ABOUT ME AND MY NEEDS?!
Bruce: ??
Dick, tearing up: I want my hugs!! He's been there for HOURS!
Bruce "I don't have enough hands and arms to hug all my babies" Wayne: Chum, chum, come here. Breathe. That's it, son. There you go.
Duke: ...
Duke: I did not sign for this shit.

















