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"So, I have this friend whose dad has a dog-" Jason started.
(His family, being the nosy bats they were, immediately tuned in.)
"And I'm pretty sure it's rabid. It may not have actual rabies, but I'm not convinced it doesn't have something similar. It's attacked people, multiple times, including my friend, his younger siblings, and their dad."
(There were immediate sounds of outrage from the assorted bats at this criminally negligent behavior.)
"At least the thing doesn't live in the house with the children. His old man has a cage outside the house for the dog, and thinks that as long as he can put the dog back in its cage once it starts making trouble, then it's fine. But B, the dog keeps getting OUT! And it ATTACKS people again, and then my friend's dad shoves it back into the same cage it broke out of!!! It's done this multiple times!!! Some of the people attacked even died from their injuries, including one of the dad's own kids!"
(More horror. "If the animal is truly that dangerous, why hasn't it been taken to be euthanized?" B inquired harshly. Tellingly, even Damian wasn't protesting against it.)
Jason laughed bitterly. "You don't understand. His dad's a fanatic. Not only will the dad refuse to put the dog down himself, but he won't even let anyone else take the decision out of his hands. He even thinks my friend is a sociopath that will start killing other animals because he wants to euthanize it- as if it's not obvious that my friend is terrified for everyone's safety each day that dog remains in proximity to them, only held back by that same, frequently-escaped cage!!"
(Stern determination now. All the bats could see the danger, the injustice, when Jason laid it out so cleanly.)
"Do you need any help dealing with this?" Dick asked, clearly ready to help even if Jason said no.
But before he could answer, the Demon brat jumped in with his own two-cents. "I will come with Todd to help euthanize this misguided creature."
Jason blanched. "Oh FUCK no, you're not getting anywhere near the Joker, you little brat!"
There was a pause. Stiffly, as if hoping the metaphor wasn't metaphorical, Tim asked, "Someone named their dog after the Joker?"
"No. Did I say 'dog'?" Jason answered in fake innocence. "I meant 'Rogue', sorry. And if I was saying 'cage', I meant 'Arkham'. Here, let me start again. So, I have this friend whose dad has a Rogue-"
