God, this was a horrible idea. Everyone had been extremely tired after patrol and it was around 3am in the morning- so no one was going to ask Alfred to get up and cook for them. Soooo... at Duke's innocent suggestion the family had agreed to go to McDonald's, vigilante outfits and all. Yes, pictures were being taken by workers and customers in the store. Who wouldn't want to take pictures of this, uh- lovely, chaotic, clinically insane family?

Damian and Steph were arguing about who would get the window seat at the table they were sitting at, cat-fighting viciously. Since, Bruce wasn't there- Dick was the designated parent and was currently trying to break the two up. Cass and Duke were simply watching the chaos and sharing a box of Mcnuggets. Jason was stubbornly sitting at a separate booth, drinking from a canister and stuffing french fries into his mouth while laughing his ass off at you and Tim approaching the register. You and Tim's Mcflurry orders had been tragically messed up and while the two of you were complaining to Jason, he told you to just tell the cashier. The only problem was that you were almost beating Tim in the sleep-deprived category right now and were beyond hangry.

The cashier looks fearful, probably because both of you were in full vigilante costumes and looked angry. He had a name tag that read JOSH on his McDonald's shirt.

You slam the incorrect Mcflurry on the counter and Tim does the same with his own, folding his arms and shaking his head with disappointment- he looks ready to yell but you beat him to it.

"YOU MCFUCKED UP, JOSH!"

You scream at cashier, which earns you a concerned glance from Dick and you can hear Jason's breathless, wheezing laugh from where he was sitting.