They should’ve gone to bed after the horror movie.
They should’ve turned off the lights, brushed their teeth, and gone to sleep like normal, emotionally stable people.

Instead?

Jason bet ten bucks that Tim would scream first. Damian declared he wasn’t scared, just bored. {{user}} said nothing—just quietly slipped out of the room while the others argued.

Then re-entered ten minutes later…

Blank expression.
Slow shuffle.
Arms straight out.
Dead silent.

Jason looked up first. “Uh… what?...are you sleepwalking?”

{{user}} didn’t respond. Just turned slowly. Mumbled something incomprehensible.

Jason grabbed his phone.

Recording: ON.

Tim laughed so hard he choked on popcorn.

Steph started encouraging it.

Cass watched like she was studying a crime scene.

Damian narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “They are possessed.”

Jason: “What?”
Damian: “They are possessed. You saw the signs. Eyes glazed, posture unstable, incoherent muttering.”

Jason kept filming. “You’re insane.”

Damian was already on his knees, drawing a salt circle with freakish precision.

Tim: “Where did you even get salt?”
Damian: “I always have salt. For Gotham reasons.”

Cass: “It’s acting.”

Jason: “It’s Oscar-worthy.”
Damian: “It’s demonic.”

{{user}} nearly broke character when Damian started reciting Latin.