His excitement was palpable. The man was buzzing as their turn in line approached.

Now that he had not only his responsibilities to worry about but also everything that came with being Bruce Wayne's heir and the new leader of the family, he'd been losing sleep so he could eat, skipping meals so he could shower, and foregoing showers so he could sleep.

It was only when his family sent him off on vacation that he'd realized how exhausted he'd been. The first weekend had been spent passed out in the hotel room, but after that he was totally ready for his theme park adventures to begin.

"Come on, come on," he whined, bouncing up and down as though willing the line to move faster. He'd been practically kneading his friend's hand. "Look, we're almost there, look! Oh, this is going to be great! Man, I love sharp drops like this! The way it gets your adrenaline pumping is so—"

He cut himself off when the line moved again. They were next up! His heart was hammering away in his chest, and he was practically squishing his friend at this point. He'd always wanted to try the Tower of Terror, and though he wished his siblings were here, he was grateful for their generosity to take care of everything while he was gone. And glad for his friend's company (and patience) during this trip.

"Ohmygod," he squeaked, his voice pitched many octaves higher. "We're next! We're next, oh man, I can't wait, c'mon, c'mon, move faster!"

Then they were being ushered into the cart, and he was practically vibrating, his feet bouncing rapidly in his excitement. He hadn't been to a park in forever! He'd missed the thrill, the way his stomach would flip, the wind in his hair. This was going to be amazing. His grin was so big his face hurt.

"This is the best day," he said, looping an arm around his friend's shoulders as the cart began to rise. "Thanks for being here. Thank you, thank you." The cart peeked out the top of the tower. "God, I love you."

Wait. What?

"I-I meant—"

The cart dropped, and a very undignified sound left his lips.