(Note : I don't own Batman or anything created by Bob Kane or Bill Finger or anything like that.)
"What in the WORLD?"
These words came from the mouth of Tim Drake, Boy Wonder, as he opened the door to Bruce's room and saw stacks and stacks of comic books. And what comic-books you may ask? Batman comic books. "Hey, Tim," he heard Bruce say behind him.
"Hey…. Bruce," Tim said slowly, still gazing in wonder at the stacks of comic books.
"What is it?" Bruce asked and peeked in. "Oh, those. Well, turns out Gotham PD has been wondering lately why Bruce Wayne has such a fascination with Batman, I mean, I'm constantly helping him out and all, so this is for evidence that Bruce Wayne merely is a total Batman fan," he said.
Tim Drake walked in and reached for one of the comic books.
"Uh uh uh uh oh! Don't touch those, they're mint condition, from when I first started out!" Bruce warned. "You can read one of the newer ones, though. Oh, it's about time for dinner, let's go," he said.
As Tim sat at the long, long dinner table that also worked as a meeting table, he read one of the comic books. One of the newer ones. Man, these are so weird. Batman's so grungy in these, he thought to himself. He heard Bruce coming down the stairs and turned around in his seat. There stood Bruce, in a black and white Batman t-shirt, Batman cap, and blue jeans, opposed to his usual formal wear he wore as Bruce Wayne.
"What in the world?" Tim said for the second time that day.
"What? Oh, my outfit? This is just in case there are any paparazzi outside at the window," Bruce said.
Tim shook his head in disbelief again and looked back at the comic. "Dude, you're a total jerk to Dick here," he said. Bruce came over and looked at what he was reading. "Oh, don't read that, that's still amazes me how terrible that ending was," he said, and took The Dark Knight Strikes Again from Tim's hands and threw it off to the side.
"Hey, Alfred!" Bruce yelled across the room to the kitchen.
"Yes, sir?" Alfred responded.
"When you make my coffee, bring it in my Batman mug!" Bruce said. He looked over at Tim. Yet another Batman comic had appeared in his hands. He looked underneath the table and saw Tim had a whole stack of them. He looked at which one he was reading.
"Oh, don't read that one," Bruce said, and came over and took it out of his hands and threw it away. "Or this one. Or this one, or this one, or this one, or this one, or this one, or… Let me just throw away all of these, here, have an 80's Batman," he said, picking up multiple 21st Century Batman comics and handing Tim Drake an older issue of Batman.
"By the way, Alfred, did you get the Batman mug and pillow?" Bruce yelled across the room.
"Yes, sir," Alfred responded.
"What about the Batman blankets?" Bruce shouted.
"That too, sir," Alfred replied.
Alfred came into the room, caring two bowls of clam chowder for Tim and Bruce. When Tim's bowl he arrived, he looked at it, then at Bruce's bowl. Batman bowls.
"Hey, how come I can't have Robin comics and Robin pillows and Robin blankets, or at least a Robin bowl?" Tim asked.
"It'd be kind of odd if Bruce Wayne was a Batman fan and his young ward just happened to be a Robin fan," Bruce said.
"Well, why can't you be a Robin fan?" Tim asked.
"PFFF- Ever since Dick left no one's been fans of Robin except te- Oh, sorry," he said.
Tim didn't reply and ate his soup.
"SO…. Guess who I'm going as for Halloween?" Bruce asked.