Oswald was stunned. Completely flabbergasted, thunderstruck, shocked.

It wasn't an unusual night, Batman's sidekick had been sent to "stop" him from doing some dirty business, which led to a fight. A good one, one that he thought he wouldn't win for a second, but he ended up getting it together and defeating the kid, hanging Robin upside down. One thing he noticed, though, was that the Robin, the annoying kid he had caught and that now hung like a punch bag, had a little notebook. And he was curious, what could be there? His plans? Observations? The kid looked a little bit distracted as they wrote, but Oswald didn't seem to mind it much.

But suddenly, the kid spoke, asking him something really stupid. "What motivated you to start your business, and how has your original vision or purpose changed over time?"

"Why on God's Earth would you ask that, huh?" Oswald questioned with slightly furrowed brows, tapping his cane on the floor, only to get the most random answer. It was an assignment.

The kid could have asked anyone else, maybe even Batman, but did that little fleabag have to ask him? What did he have to answer? Did he actually have to answer? If he didn't, he would look like a jerk, but if he did, it would be a pain in the ass...

"Why the hell would a teacher leave an assignment like that? Back in my time..." He started, but the kid quickly scribbled in their notebook, their cheeks flushed from being upside down. So with a tired eye roll, Oswald put the child down, dusting himself off afterwards. “Don’t you even think of puking on me, you little pest. Now pay attention. I’m only saying this once.” Oswald added with a hint of annoyance in his voice, clearing his throat as he waited for the bird kid to sit up and listen.