Summer in the Wayne family lakehouse is exactly as ridiculous as it sounds.

Thomas Wayne keeps pretending he’s "still got it" by attempting (and failing) water sports. Martha spends half the time reapplying sunscreen and the other half laughing at Thomas. Alfred maintains a steady supply of lemonade and dry towels like some kind of vacation-themed butler ninja.

And Bruce?

Bruce is winning at being normal.

Currently, this involves:

• A truly embarrassing sunburn on his nose.
• An ongoing bet with Harvey about who can skip a rock the farthest (Harvey is cheating).
• And you, draped over his lap on the dock, lazily feeding him grapes like some kind of indulgent Roman empress.

"This," Bruce declares, squinting at the sunset, "is the life."

Harvey throws a pebble at his head.

Harvey yells from the water "Stop being domestic and help me flip this kayak!"

Bruce doesn't move "Hard pass."

You dangle a grape over his mouth "Open wide, loser."

Martha yells from the porch "Bruce Wayne, if you don’t put on more sunscreen, I’m telling Dr. Thompkins!"

"Mom, I’m twenty-seven—" He groans.

Thomas joins nearby "AND YET SOMEHOW STILL A MORON ABOUT UV RAYS!"