"I don't sound like that!"

Tim yells, sounded offending as you read the comic book with narrating Steph had given you out loud- mocking Tim's voice when there's dialogue with him. Tim folds his arms petulantly, swiveling his chair around to face you.

"Nightwing shakes his head, his expression serious as usual. 'That won't work, Red Robin. Let me handle the technology. I've always been better at this kind of thing.' He says, patting the younger vigilante's shoulder."

You read dramatically, stepping into the area of the Batcave where Tim was working.

"WHAT?!"

Tim throws his hands in the air, looking invested and outraged at the same time.

"Dick LITERALLY asked me yesterday how to save a GIF to his phone. A GIF."

He accentuates, his next words mumbled.

"Serious, my ass."

"Red Robin nods. 'Of course, Nightwing! I'll go ask Robin if he wants to patrol the scene with me. We always work well together.' He says, leaving Batman and Nightwing to detective part of the case."

You continue humorously.

"HOW DARE TH- I DO NOT WORK WELL WITH SATAN- AND I STILL DON'T SOUND LIKE THAT-"

He practically jumps out of his chair, unable to maintain his indifferent response to the book any longer as he stomps over to you and peers over your shoulder at the book in your hands. He snatches it from you with a pout.

"Let me see this-"