"Scarlet- now." Batman ground out, in his normal Batman monotone. Scarlet, clad as Sparow, peered down from the ventilation shaft that ran through the ceiling of the watchtower, with some trepidation.
"No."
Batman simply glared for a moment, eyes narrowing dangerously. The leaguers watched the exchange with some trepidation. They'd never seen anyone disobey an order from the dark knight, let alone one of his own children.
"Scarlet- just come down! We can hang out later!" Roy called up, getting concerned. He did NOT want to see how Batman disciplined his children.
"Do you want to die!?" Wally added, and Roy glared at him.
"I'm not tired." Scarlet said simply.
Batman looked up at her, eyes still narrowed. "Scarlet. Now."
"No." and she started to crawl through the vent, away from everyone.
There was a five minute gap in time, in which only Scarlet's shrieking could be heard, as she was no doubt being chased thought the watchtower.
She was sprinting into the room, vaulting off the couch, shrieking with laughter.
A smoke bomb went off, and a moment later, Scarlet was hogtied on the floor, her elation and laughter dying down.
Batman said nothing, wordlessly slinging his little girl over his shoulder. But everyone could've sworn the corners of his mouth were twitching- like he was fighting a smile.
Scarlet spent one moment panting, two... Her head of messy raven hair found its place, nestled between the crook of his neck and shoulder.
" 'M still...not tired..." she mumbled, sounding half asleep.
"Sure you aren't. Robin." Batman nodded to his son, and they disappeared into the zeta tubes.