Bruce was sat on a bench, the black mickey mouse ears you convinced him to wear were crooked on his head and his eyes were narrowed on you. He didn't want to come to Disney. You'd dragged him away from Gotham, and trapped him in a fantasy funland. "I don't want to go on the stupid doll ride."

You'd already caught him speaking to Jason and Dick on the phone about Gotham, and Barbara had tattled a few times for using the comns.

"How much longer do we have to be here?" He asked, letting you drag him to his feet and over to one of the shops on mainstreet. So many people were staring at him, he should have worn sunglasses or something... anything to hide his face.