Wayne Manor Under Quarantine
Duke: *hiding in the attic (aka the 'Battic') wearing Tim's favorite tie as a headband with Steph's foundation smeared across his face in a camouflage pattern*
Duke: S-signal's log. The Coronavirus has spread to Gotham. All members of Batman Incorporated-slash-Family Wayne are under orders to quarantine ourselves by the Justice League and Governor of New Jersey respectively.
Duke: Already, the air is growing stale. Supplies are running short. I suspect that Damian may soon resort to cannibalism.
Duke: Though let's be real, Tim'll probably reach that point first.
Duke: I've managed to barricade myself in a secure location, but I don't know how much longer I'll be able to-
Steph [banging a broom handle against the hatch]: Quit being so dramatic man! We can all hear you up there!
Tim: And we're only three hours in, buddy.
Jason: Wait...why am *I* here? I've got a safe house downtown. I could still make it before--
Dick [snagging him by the collar]: Uh-uh-uh. You're here because Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or infected.
Bruce: I promise you all, everything is going to be just fine. A little quality time wouldn't hurt us, and restful relaxation never killed anybody.
Jason [leaning over to whisper into Tim's ear]: Ten bucks says daddy-o breaks first.
Tim [whispering back]: Fifteen that Duke never makes it out of the attic.
Dick: Guys, we're not betting on each other.
Steph: I'm sorry. You people may be a family-pack of brainiacs, but I'm pretty sure the words 'restful' and 'relaxation' ain't even in your VOCABULARY.
Duke [muffled through the ceiling]: SEE SHE GETS IT
Steph: Listen up, boys. Only reason I got stuck in here with all of you is cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Story of my life. ANYway, my mom's on the other side of town. Could I call to see if she's alright? Sure. Have I done so already? Yeah. Is she fine? Also yeah. Is this in any way relevant to my point? I am no longer sure! Where was I going with this...?
Dick [whispering]: Fifty on Steph
Jason: *snaps fingers* NOW we're talking!
Damian [from the other room]: FATHER? WE ARE OUT OF TOILET PAPER!