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Ch. 5 Ice Cream, You Scream

After many arguments about directions, the family finally reached their destination: Splash Mountain, or to the line to Splash Mountain, as it seems.

They all stared, dumbfounded.

"Whoa, now that's what you call a long line," Dick said, echoing what everyone else was thinking, though without the many curses some of the others were undoubtedly shouting in their mind. The people were flowing out of the built-in rails made to indicate where the line started. Some were even sitting on the ground, not a great sign that the line was moving quickly.

Steph turned toward the group and held up a hand. "I vote for Tim to wait in line while we go get ice cream."

"I second that," Damian quickly said.

Jason looked amused. "Well, look at that. Brown had another good idea in a single day. That has to be some sort of record."

Tim was standing slack jawed, not quite believing that he was going to get saddled with being reduced to waiting in a line that would take hours without even having the comfort of knowing that the others would be in the same misery.

He turned to Stephanie, eyes wide and panicked. "No way! You wait in line!"

She smiled innocently and patted his head. "Sorry Timmy, three against one." She pulled up the hand that she had just patted Tim with. Seeing the sweat, she made a face, wiping her hand on her pants.

Dick gave Tim an apologetic look. "I'd wait here with you, but from now on I'm not taking my eyes off Damian, so…" He was already pushing the trio away.

Steph turned and gave a parting grin. "We'll bring ya back some ice cream!"

Tim was left under his little rain cloud of doom, inwardly cursing vehemently at them while they walked away.

He sighed, turned to take his place in line for a very long wait, only to be pushed aside as a family barreled past to get in front of him. He grimaced and thought that the ice cream better be the best ice cream in the world if he had to endure this.

After walking around aimlessly for about fifteen minutes, they finally found an overly priced, absurdly crowded ice cream stand.

Dick's shoulders slumped. "Looks like we have to wait for ice cream too."

When faced with the same dilemma the solution is often easier to come by the second time it happens, Jason thought. And with a cheeky grin, he said, "I vote Dick!"

Stephanie grinned, raised her hand, and forcefully raised Damian's too. Damian scowled and tugged at his hand.

Jason smirked. "Three against one. In democratic terms, that means you're the lucky one to get elected as designated Ice Cream Waiter. It's a real honor. I'm sure you'll uphold your duty and make the good people who elected you to such a high position proud." He mock saluted him and walked away.

"JASON!" Dick yelled.

Jason called back over his shoulder, "Better watch out . Don't want to be known as a dictator in your time of service do you?" Jason laughed.

Steph giggled and followed after Jason, dragging Damian along. She suddenly came to halt, turned around and said to Dick, "Get us chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla!" and turned back around, walking quickly to catch up to Jason.

With the backs of their heads getting further away, Dick managed to spit out, "Wait a minute!" When he got no response he called out louder, "Damn it! Guys, at least watch Damian this time!" As he settled into the line to wait, the only thought running through his head was that he hoped that they wouldn't mange to get into too much mayhem, but knowing those three, he was probably hoping for the impossible.

….

The three robins, all of whom at one point in time or another had the not-quite-pleasant experience of being in a state of death, were walking with the carefree swagger of those of having successfully dodged a metaphorical bullet.

"Glad we ditched the goody two shoes," Jason remarked.

Damian, having successfully gained his arm back from the clutches of Stephanie, said distastefully, "Brown's still here."

Jason gave Steph what he thought of as a dazzling smile, but others thought of as borderline serial killer. "Hey Steph. Why don't you go into that store and get us some of those cheesy tourist souvenirs?"

Steph gave him her I-know-you're-full-of-bullshit look. "Ha. Ha. Not funny. Besides, you really think I'd leave YOU in charge of him?" She shook her head. "You'd probably get him drunk by the time I got out of the store."

Jason's smile melted and in place his nose crinkled and his lip curled in disgust. "This damn place doesn't serve alcohol. Believe me, I checked, which is horrifying if you think about it, because the only way to survive the ride 'It's a Small World' is if you have some kind of substance in you to override your senses."

Steph rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Come on, Damian," Steph said with a gesture to Damian to follow her, learning from experience that he would bite her hand the next time she attempted to grab him. She smiled and got a far-away look as she said to him, "Ever tried cotton candy?"

Damian gave her a flat look. "No. but it sounds disgusting. What kind of imbecile would eat cotton?" he said as they walked away from Jason.

"Fine! Leave! Like I care! I'm used to it by now!" said Jason.

Jason was interrupted in his tantrum by someone shouting, "Hey! It's the guy who beat up Norman!"

Jason looked around for the person making the accusation and found a girl dressed as a gypsy exaggeratingly pointing at him.

Jason blinked and ran through what she said. Norman? Who the hell is…

The guy next to her was dressed in saggy pants that looked like two dirty pillowcases sewed together, a purple vest, which left his chest bare, and was barefoot. He also had a little had perched on his head. The guy's look was grim when he said, "I'm calling Woody over right now."

Jason froze. He murmured, "Shit. Guess the Yeti has friends. Man, they must gossip like old women here." His eyes darted to possible places to avoid confrontation, not that he didn't doubt that he would come out on top in a fight, but getting kicked out of the park wasn't on his to-do list. His eyes locked on the store he mocked Steph about earlier, and made his way in.

The store was small. It was cluttered and filled with nothing but Disney merchandise and cheery music filled the speakers. He suddenly debated whether facing an army of Disney impersonators would be better than staying in the store a second longer, but ultimately dismissed it a moment later. If he had a fight, there was a high chance that Steph would somehow stumble upon it, and he had enough of her bitching about her nails to last a lifetime.

And to avoid a confrontation, he would have to make an effort to blend in. He scanned the racks for something less cringe-worthy, but found no results that would prove any less unsavory. He sighed, resolving himself on losing some major 'I'm a badass' points, but then his eyes caught on a brown shirt in the back of the rack, and he smiled. It was a 'Pinocchio' shirt with the character on it and it read: 'It's not a LIE if you believe it.' He snatched it off the hanger and went about looking for pants, but only found clothing for the upper body and underwear that almost made his eyes bleed. He ended up deciding that his black jeans were common enough and that searching for new pants wouldn't be necessary. To hide his face, his gaze ran across the shelves for something to cover his head with. After many visors and hats in various colors, his eyes snagged on an odd hat, at least he thought it was a hat. It looked like a stuffed animal who got beheaded. It was a head of some blue koala, no doubt some Disney character. The hat was worn over the head like a beanie, the rim of the hat was a circle of teeth, and the blue koala's ears flopped about like the elephant statues on the Dumbo ride. It was completely ridiculous, but it could be pulled over ones head without him looking like a potential bank robber, which was just the thing he needed. He grabbed the hat and began to make his way to the cash register since stealing would be non-productive in his endeavor to not piss off Disneyland employees.

There was a couple in front of him buying a set of t-shirts, one shirt read 'SOUL' with Mickey Mouse ears on the 'O', while the other shirt read 'MATE' with a Minnie Mouse bow on top of the 'A.' He had to fight the urge to vomit. He did not; however, fight the urge to roll his eyes.

The couple left hand in hand, and he placed the 'Pinocchio' shirt and the koala hat on the counter. He grabbed at a wallet that was most defiantly not his. He smirked. Like it was his fault that Dick can't keep track of what's in his pants.

Jason fished out a fifty. He looked up at the cashier to give him the money and Jason's eyes widened. Before, he only paid attention to the nauseatingly sweet couple that was holding him up in line, but he never even looked at the cashier until now.

The cashier had on Mickey Mouse ears, a white t-shirt, a red clip-on bowtie, and yellow suspenders. He also had on enormous Mickey Mouse sunglasses, much too big for his face. They were the size of two side way mirrors on a car. There is no way that this could possibly be the standard uniform for employees outside of being an impersonator, and if it is, then Jason had to give Disneyland his respect of inventing ways of torture that he himself had never thought of.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely felt the bill leave his hand as the employee pushed some buttons on the cash register. His eyes wouldn't leave the huge glasses on the guy's face. A light bulb went off went in his head and he absently grabbed some sunglasses that were on display by the register, and said, "Yeah, these too." The employee nodded and swiped the glasses along the scanner. Nobody would recognize him with these, and if they did, they'd be dead a heartbeat later.

"That'd be fifteen more dollars sir," said the employee.

He rolled his eyes. This is legal robbery. At least criminals in Gotham were honest that they were stealing.

He gave him a twenty and the employee set the bag with his purchases on the counter.

Jason stripped out of his leather jacket. Then he started to pull up his black t-shirt. "Uh, sir? Please refrain from indecent exposure. I don't want to call security," the cashier said nervously.

Jason, shirt now off, gave him a smirk. "No need." He pulled the 'Pinocchio' shirt from the bag and held it up. "I was just so excited to try on my new shirt." The irony of having said that when he was about to put on a 'Pinocchio' shirt was not lost on him.

He gave his jacket and shirt to the employee. The employee looked at him quizzically. Jason said, "I'm sure the ears, bowtie, and suspenders make all the mouse girls go wild, but trust me, if you really want this to be the happiest place on Earth, you will take these, wear them, and loose the damn sunglasses."

A flash of a camera interrupted them and Jason turned his head to see where it came from.
A girl, no older than seventeen, was standing a few feet away with her camera pointed at Jason, or, more notably, Jason and his naked chest. He smirked, turned to the cashier, raised an eyebrow and said, "Trust me."

He put on the 'Pinocchio' shirt, earning a noise of disappointment from his teenaged audience. Seeing that putting on the koala hat and over large sunglasses would lose the effect, he swiped the bag and strode out of the store.

Once outside, he put on the hat and sunglasses. Jason inhaled, then exhaled and made sure to try to avoid any reflective surfaces that would show him what type of image he made.

….

Steph watched Damian devour the cloud of sugary sweetness with an expression between amusement and concern. They were walking back to the ice cream stand, side by side. The cotton candy he was currently occupied with was pink, while the empty stick he now had in his other hand was once a blue one.

She stated, "That's your third cotton candy." When he didn't respond or even look at her during his chomping, she added, "I dunno if it's a good idea to give you this much sugar…"

At that, Damian stopped and glared at her. Unfortunately for him, the potency of the glare was diminished by the assortment of sugar plastered across his face. "Brown, I am more than capable of handling my sugar intakes, so quit your fussing." He resumed eating the cotton candy.

She hesitated before saying, "Well…okay." She shrugged, thinking, Psh, what's the worst that could happen?

She turned her gaze forward and spotted a familiar face. She broke into a smile. "Oh look, there's Dick!" She waved to Dick, who was busy juggling melting ice scream.

Damian, who paused in his quest to conquer a sugar mountain, questioned, "Who's that?"

Steph looked to where he was staring and saw a ridiculous looking tourist next to Dick, who looked like he was trying to either help or steal the ice cream from him.

She blinked and bent over, laughing. "That's"- She nearly choked and tried to continue, "Not a"- The giggles wouldn't stop. She took one deep breath and finished, -"tourist." Oh this was just perfect. Steph grabbed her camera, knowing that this definitely warranted a Kodak moment. No way was she going to miss recording this. She shouted, "Nice make over, Jason!"

At his name, Jason's face jerked up in her direction. He swore and glared, or, she thought he did. She couldn't see his face with the huge glasses and the 'Stitch' hat he had on.

"Not. A. Fucking. Word," he said through gritted teeth as he and Dick joined Steph and Damian. "Can't you see I'm avoiding Disney characters?"

Camera still trained on him, she laughed. "With that getup, you'll end up attracting even more." She zoomed in on him in all his touristy glory, while grabbing a dripping strawberry ice cream cone from Dick's hand.

Dick gave her a relieved smile, but then he gave Jason an accusing look. "Jason, how'd you pay for that? I swear, if you stole it-" Noticing the ice cream about to fall, he gave one to Damian, who now had both hands free since the cotton candy was gone and he disposed of the sticks in a nearby trashcan. Damian looked at the vanilla ice cream with his nose turned up. Apparently, no other food that contains sugar could ever compare to cotton candy now. He passed Damian another ice cream. "And can you hold this for me for a minute? Thanks," Dick said, thankfully getting rid of handling Tim's ice cream.

Jason rolled his eyes under the sunglasses. "Please. I'm not trying to add to my criminal record. I'm not an idiot."

Dick visibly relaxed and finally handed Jason his chocolate ice cream.

Jason grabbed it and gave it one long lick. He gave Dick a rare, genuine grin when he said, "I used your money."

Dick's relaxed state lasted exactly three seconds. "How? I never gave you any!"

Jason licked the ice cream again and answered, "Yeah, and you never gave me your wallet either."

Dick's shoulders tensed. With his free hand he checked his pocket and, amazingly, found his wallet gone. His mouth fell open in shock and he dropped his ice cream. Hearing the splat, he watched forlornly at the prize he won by waiting in that hellishly long line reduce to milk and sugar melting on the pavement. He turned to the one person he can blame for all his recent troubles. He growled, "Jason!"

"Todd can't help being a dirty street kid," Damian said.

Jason's smile dissolved and he took off his ridiculous sunglasses. He stared Damian down and said, "Just like you can't help but be a little hell spawn birthed from a test tube."

Knowing that if she doesn't intervene they would escalate into a fight, Steph broke in with, "Okay! That's enough footage!" Stephanie turned off her camera and crammed it into her bag. "Turning it off before there's any footage of child abuse," she muttered to herself.

She was ignored and, sure enough, Damian launched at Jason, but overprotective Dick caught him mid-leap. He pushed Jason back and snarled, "Jason! Quit it!"

Damian tried to wrestle out of Dick's grip, but Dick held on to the collar of his shirt. He exclaimed, "Damian don't!" After a moment, Damian stopped struggling.

Dick sighed, feeling that today's events had already aged him ten years. He doesn't know how Bruce does it. Although the answer is probably simple: He's Batman.

Damian suddenly broke free and jabbed both his ice cream and Tim's in Jason's shirt like dual swords. Jason retaliated by smashing his own ice cream into Damian's hair.

Trying to gain control of the situation, Dick said, "Alright, I'm going to count to three before I call Bruce and cancel this trip right now."

Steph rolled her eyes and muttered the one word that girls have been saying in frustration for generations. "Boys."

…

The lone robin was sweating profusely; despite the shade the trees provided surrounding the wait line. He was near the front when he spotted them. He mustered up a glare that even had Damian take a step back. "There you are! Did it really take you that long to buy the ice cream?!" His shirt was completely soaked through with sweat and he probably smelled like a locker room if the way the people were trying to politely stand a few paces back from him were any indication. His irritation faltered when he saw Jason.

Tim's eyes widened. "And what on Earth are you wearing…" he trailed off, not believing his eyes. Maybe the heat had finally begun to mess with his vision.

Jason, sunglasses back on his face, scoffed, "Like you should talk, Swan Queen. And unlike you, who actually wears that sorry excuse for a costume of his own free will, under no coercion, this is a necessary sacrifice for me to avoid situations."

Tim was about to reply but Dick interrupted with, "Sorry we so took long Tim, but-"

Jason cut him off. "The line was as long as the fucking Nile River. We must have been standing in the heat for hours!" he exaggerated, even though he wasn't the one who waited in line. Dick sent him a glare.

Tim himself had a grueling experience of line waiting in the heat and he was gratified to know that he wasn't the only one suffering. Still irritated, he said, "Fine, where's my ice cream?"

Dick rubbed at his neck and looked sheepish.

Steph stepped in front of Tim and smiled nervously. "Oh. That. Funny story. Well, you see, most of it is in Damian's hair and a little's on Jason's shirt," the blonde bat explained. At a sudden thought, she smirked and said, "You can lick it from them if you want."

Tim's glare intensified. "You. Destroyed. My. Ice. CREAM?!" He gave them the mother of all glares: the super ultra batglare.

To his credit, did not tremble in its wake. "Hey! Damian's the one who stabbed Jason with it! BUT! I saved you the best part!" Dick laughed awkwardly, and with a sweep of his hand, presented Tim with the now empty cone.

There was silence before Tim replied, "Really, Dick? The cone?" Tim gave him a look that can only be translated to: 'are you freaking kidding me?'

His hands started to shake. He put his hands into fists and they stopped. "I think the whole point of ice cream, is the, oh I don't know…" Tim tapped his chin in mock contemplation, then snapped, "The ICE CREAM PART?!"

Jason couldn't believe that Tim was flying over the handle over ice cream, of all things. "Fuck man, calm the hell down. Even Damian doesn't get this bratty. Suck it up. Look, it's our turn."

Dick, seeing that Tim didn't want anything to do with the perfectly good ice cream cone, opened his mouth and chomped, devouring it whole in one bite.

…
The bats stared at the craft that would be their mode of transportation for the ride. It was a long carved out log, made to seat five people, resting on about one foot of water. Everyone, feeling that Tim was already pissed off enough, gave him what most would consider the best seat: the first one up front.

Dick and Jason bickered for the second seat. "Hey, I was the second robin, so I get second seat, that's just how it is."

Dick rolled his eyes. "With that childish logic, that would mean I get first seat."

Jason smirked. "Yeah, but you already gave up that claim when you agreed to let Tim have it. You have no such claim on my seat."

"I make the decisions first before all of you. So my decision to take second seat should be obeyed," Dick reasoned.

"I was dead first, so you get to make decisions that I'll follow when you visit the afterlife," Jason barked back.

Dick could also argue that Jason was also the first one to engage in illegal activity, but refrained. Once Jason brought out the 'I was dead once' card there was really no argument that would allow Dick to win without missing a few teeth in the process.

Dick kneeled down and held out his hand toward the seat. "Your chariot awaits, Princess," he said sarcastically.

Jason snorted. "Liking the kneeling to me, but your majesty would suffice." He plopped on the second seat and clipped his sunglasses onto the neck of his shirt.

Dick got up and got in the one behind Jason, nailing him in the back of the head with a punch. Jason's head fell forward. He rubbed his head and then turned to glare at Dick. Dick's only response was to wave cheerfully back. Jason turned back around and waited for the damn ride to start soon.

Damian was in the seat behind Dick and Stephanie got the last seat in the back. "Hey, since I'm the least favorite robin, I get the back? Is that how it is?" Steph said, her lips forming a pout.

"I'm surprised you grasped that concept Brown. It was astute and correct in its entirety," Damian replied in front of her.

"But wait, I was the first girl robin!" she defended.

"Hence, the least favorite," Damian said.

Steph blew out a breath and decided to let it go. Besides, the back has the best view for her camera anyway.

The ride finally started and the log began to move. A speaker called out, "Keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the log at all times and be sure to watch your fingers! Have a Zip A Dee Doo Dah ride!" The signs further echo the words. Steph got the impression that their underlining meaning was: don't be stupid or we'll get a lawsuit.

As an act of defiance, Jason stuck his hand out and let it run along the water until the log entered a small barn and the rails lead the log upward.

Steph zoomed in on a robotic owl with glowing, demonic yellow eyes in the corner of the barn and shivered. Creepy much?

They reached the top of the hill and Dick raised his hands up in anticipation for the downward motion. He was disappointed; however, because the log only softly settled down onto the water. The log proceeded to follow along the built-in lines accordingly, setting into a gentle rocking motion.

"This is the ride with the fifty foot drop, right?" questioned. Tim was still fuming up front, but still deigned to reply, "Yes."

Jason said, "Well, where the hell is it? This is more like a gondola ride than a theme park one." Even the scenery wasn't that great, just a bunch of fake rocks and props that belong in a western movie.

Screaming was heard in the distance. Damian suggested, "Maybe the ride is a distraction to lull you into a false sense of security, while they gather the visitors in the assorted logs to a secluded spot to murder them in some sort of Disney ritual, with their reason being that others must be sacrificed in order for them to attain their so-called 'happy ending.'" He continued, "From the content of the movies I was forced to watch in order to gather research, the level of insanity in individuals who watch the content for entertainment purposes would be quite high. The situation I outlined is entirely in the realm of possibility."

There was a moment of silence before Jason broke it with, "Okay, I'm just going to say what everyone's thinking. Who's the one who's going to admit him into an asylum?"

Before anyone could answer, the log fell in a downward movement, the first drop of the ride.
"That was not a fifty foot drop," Dick complained. And he barely got wet. This is supposed to be Splash Mountain, not Puddle Rock.

"Look! We're entering a tunnel!" Steph said as she adjusted her camera to prepare for the dark.
Damian's stuck his face out determinately, ready for any insane employees wielding sacrificial knives.

When they entered, all of their expectations were shattered. Inside, there were talking-no, singing animals. Robots surrounded them in the cave. Birds, frogs, rabbits, even a fox that caught a bear and hog tied him up in a tree. The bear was smiling and holding up a blue garment, perhaps stolen. All the animals were appropriately clothed, except the bear. Of course no one wants to see animals naked, what kind of message would that send to the kids? Steph internally rolled her eyes.

Damian, who was covering his ears, was repeating, "Make it stop, make it stop. I swear I will jump out and destroy them all."

Steph smiled. "Damian, the singing animals aren't that bad…"

He pulled his hands away. "No. This is just preparation. They torture the mind until they make their final strike. I will not be weakened." Back straight, he stared ahead, trying to ignore the animals as much as he was able to.

Steph leaned out a little and turned the camera towards Jason who, at the moment, looked like he was pulling something out. She sighed, already knowing what he was doing, not even trying to figure out how he got it past security. "Jason. No shooting the robots!" When she said this, Dick reached out in front of him and confiscated Jason's gun. He had snatched it right out of Jason's hand before he could even fight back.

"Oh fuck no! Damn it! Dick, give it back!" said Jason, turning around to try to get it back with a look that might have been desperation. He jabbed Dick with a left hook, but Dick dodged and grabbed Jason's wrist, pressing on the pressure point there.

"I will drop your toy if you do not stop this crap. I swear to god Jason."

"How dare you call Jaybird a damn toy! He's more reliable then a fucking staff!"

All of a sudden, the animals were gone and the log plunged down into darkness. A 'plop' sound came from the water and a roar of outrage came from Jason. The log resumed its slow pace. Darkness surrounded them until animal laughter reached their ears. A moment later, light was shined around on more animals as the log continued on.

"You dropped my fucking gun Grayson! You are dead-no. I will not let you have that peace or the satisfaction. I will torture you for days and borrow blondie's camera to record it all."

Tim spoke up for the first time without any ire. "Well, aren't you the drama queen."

"Still better than being the fucking Swan Queen. I don't see you complaining about the damn ride. Maybe it has something to do with your subjects being a main feature."

That brought Tim back to his anger. "Fuck you."

Dick found that the tunnel was coming to an end. "Look! I see the light! We're almost there!"
The log went on at what seemed like a snail's pace as the singing continued. A couple of vulture robots, perched on a branch, stared down at them, conversing with each other. Damian thought that the vultures were a sign of the impending danger. He tensed.

The final animal scene was of a bunny wrapped up in rope with a terrified expression on its face. The fox had caught the rabbit and was ready to make him into rabbit stew.

Damian's mouth was set into a stubborn frown, not liking the implications of the imagery.

Pausing in his many scenarios of torturing Dick, Jason took an interest in the rabbit. "Huh. This part of the ride isn't that bad. No singing, just threatening prey. You think they'll kill the rabbit?"

"You are aware this is Disney, moron? They're going to make it have a happy ending. I bet the rabbit will escape," Tim muttered, moody.

"T.t," Damian said, not pleased. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Great, just ruin the whole ride for everyone why don't you," Steph said. She turned off her camera, stuffing it under her seat. "Hey guys, the big drop is coming up!"

"Finally," Dick whined.

"So?" Tim remarked bitterly.

"SO! We get to pose for that picture they take!" Stephanie said, excited. The others, surprisingly, also seemed interested.

So they do what any dysfunctional family would do when presented with an opportunity to take a group photo while dropping down fifty feet in a log. They strike fabulous poses.

Since Tim was the one granted the great honor of first seat, he had the best view of the daunting drop ahead them. His 'fabulous pose' consisted of wide eyes, a hand clenched to his chest, and a mouth parted in a scream. Stephanie posed as if she was a super model herself. One hand ran through her blonde hair, her eyes were half lidded, and she had a wry smile upon her mouth. Jason shot the camera his signature smirk and formed his hands in a shape of a gun, his 'Stitch' hat still firmly in place. had a wink, a hundred-watt smile, and two peace signs behind Jason's head. Damian added the icing on the cake by flipping off the camera proudly as the log descended.

…

When the torture device came to an end…

"Don't say it. Don't think it. Don't even give each other knowing looks," a soaked Tim muttered, shoulders slumped.

Stephanie was laughing. Everyone else only received splashes, not the super soaker special like Tim did. She tried to make him feel better with, "Weren't you complaining about the heat? You should be happy you got to cool off!"

"Let's go find that picture!" Dick said. They all gathered around the screen and looked for their picture. After a couple minutes of many screaming faces, they found theirs. Dick pointed. "Ooh look! There we are!"

Stephanie squinted and turned her head sideways. "Well. It's…um-," Stephanie made a valiant effort of holding in her laughter, but a few giggles escaped.

She cleared her throat and continued, "Not that bad. I mean… I came out good! Great even. I could submit it to a modeling agency! And, um, you guys did too… kind of…in the right light…"

Dick was also trying to stifle his laughter.

"We look…" Jason trailed off.

"Ridiculous," Damian finished.

Tim's mood instantly changed, and he caught them all off guard when he began to laugh. "We look stupid."

They laughed alongside him. If you're going to look stupid, might as well do it with family and friends.