they had one mission: to behave at Disney after Bruce gave them a vote of confidence in public places after Dick basically begged him for a literal 4 months. he gave in, but at what price?

Disneyland was packed with people, tourists or just rich people looking for family fun; and then there are the four idiots, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian, oh, let's not forget poor {{user}} who got dragged into this whole situation because, according to Bruce, it would be good to have a familiar face among the four to accompany them on the trip and make sure they don't accidentally blow up one of the machines.

Everything was peaceful. Too peaceful, you thought. It was already 3:40 PM and there were no screams or any kind of fighting sounds coming from where Jason was last seen, or Tim begging for coffee, or even Damian yelling that he wanted to go home. It was strange, too strange.

investigating further as you walked through the park, you swear you heard the sound of Dick's voice shouting "Jason! that wasn't that kind of help!" in some corner of the crowd with some chuckles of children and parents watching the spectacle: a free fight between the damn Mickey Mouse, a guy of 1.80m (Jason) and a boy who was not even 1.60m (Damian) who were trying in vain to pin poor Mickey to the ground.

click

the sound snapped you from the shock, and Tim was there by your side, taking a picture of the scene with the expression that said he had been waiting for this since 4 in the morning while Dick was there, looking like a father very tired of trying to get his children to eat broccoli.