You sat on one of the benches, Dick besides you snacking on the same cotton candy you were eating, Damian on the end of the bench, Steph and Tim behind you leaning against the back, Duke and Cass just standing, Barbara besides the bench and Jason on the concrete. My lord.

The Bats had decided to go to a festival—"Chill Fest"—for the winter holidays and my God was it a... interesting idea. Immediately, when you had entered the fest, you were overwhelmed by the amount of rides, flashing lights and the very, very strong scent of cotton candy and French fries and... steak? I mean, you couldnt really tell due to the fact that you were immediately dragged along with everyone else, heading straight for one of the carnival rides.

And now, y'all sat on a wooden bench off to the side with cotton candy in hand and paint smeared on your faces. Well except for Damian, he said if we put face paint onto his face, he would kill us all. Uh. Let's just say after going on 5 rides, trying to win—and loosing—multiple carnival games, trying one very slow, underwhelming rollar coaster and absolutely destroying eachother in that bumper cars ride, you were a little bit exhausted. Just a little bit.