Once again, Dick had not signed out of Bruce's Youtube account on the batcomputer before using it. Meaning that all there was in his video suggestions, history, and watch later list were…cats.
Bruce honestly didn't know if Dick actually watched this many cat videos, or if he was just getting messed with.
Speaking of the devil, it was time for a check in.
B: What state are you in?
Bruce had conceded and allowed Roy, Wally, and Dick to take a 2 day road trip. Although he inevitably expected trouble, his outlook thus far was optimistic; it'd been almost 90 minutes already and no panic alarms had been tripped. His 'daddybats' senses (Wally's coined term) weren't tingling either, so there was that too.
He intended to keep it that way, via hourly check ins. The trio's particular flavor of chaotic energy did tend to have a dampener put on it from even Bruce's mere presence over text. Hopefully just enough to avoid disaster, at least.
However, he didn't understand why Dick felt the need to put them all in a group text. Together.
His phone made a *ding* with the first response.
Wally: Constant anxiety
Dick: Perfection.
Roy: …Rhode Island?
Bruce sighed like he was trying to drain all the air out of the room, while staring at the computer screen in front of him. The mouse was hovering over a thumbnail of something called grumpy cat.
He pressed play.
So the thing is about Bruce acknowledging 'daddybats' is that Wally doesn't KNOW that Bruce knows about the coined term Lol.
So it's been ages since I posted, sorryyyy but if you don't yell at me I might get another chapter out this week :)
Also, apocalypse bingo really do be what's up these days