Disclaimer: Not only do I not own any of this, I'm pretty sure I can't even rent it.
"Batman." It was a late night in the cave, and by 'late night', 16 year-old Dick Grayson of course meant 'early morning.'
"Batman." Batman was seated at the Batcomputer, pooling through police reports of an incident involving the Joker that had happened that night.
"Batman," Robin said in a slightly higher pitch this time. Robin was dead tired. He'd patrolled in each of the last two nights, spent the day in between in New York with the Teen Titans, and been able to catch no sleep on the flights in between, with Batman drilling him on procedures and protocols.
"Batman." He said it in a lower pitch this time. There was really no reason for him to be there. Batman was fully capable of entering the logs and cataloguing the data on his own. Dick wanted to sleep. Batman, of course, wouldn't allow him to leave without being dismissed, and wouldn't turn around to dismiss him until he was finished.
"Batman. Batman. Batman." He started in a higher pitch and moved to a lower pitch with each repetition of his mentor's name. It wasn't working. Batman refused to budge. He changed tactics,
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na na!" he sang in an irritating tune that climbed up, then down, then back up in pitch. Batman, sufficiently annoyed, reached into one of the pockets of his utility belt.
"BATMAooohhhh-" Dick said as the end of his little song was interrupted by the capsule of knockout gas Batman had just opened up under his nose. He slumped to the cave floor, unconscious. Batman resumed working.