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Tim had a really weird dream, like a really, really weird dream.
Maybe all the caffeine and sleep deprivation were finally catching up to him.
Batman was a Ninja. And somehow they had all ended up in Japan, fighting evil Arkham robots.
Tim decided that he would put that dream in the past and make some coffee instead. Was it four in the morning? Maybe, but that’s beside the point. Caffeine is caffeine.
It’s not Wayne Manor if there isn’t at least one other person in the kitchen at an unreasonable time, so of course Dick and Jason were already there. Tim cringed internally at the lecture that was sure to come from Dick about getting more sleep. Hypocrite.
“What are you doing up so early, Timmy?” Damn it, Jason. He just wanted some coffee, for God’s sake.
“Getting coffee.” He hoped that was a sufficient response, but those hopes were very quickly squandered by Dick’s next words.
“You really need to stop drinking so much caffeine this early, Tim. We’ve talked about this.” He says it teasingly, but it strikes a nerve.
“I know.” He regrets the words instantly.
“Oooo, Timmy’s mad today.” Tim shot a quick glare at Jason.
“I’m not mad,” he takes a breath before continuing, “I just had a weird dream, and I would rather get some work done since I’m already awake anyway.”
“Weird dream as in bad, or just weird?” Dick asked.
Tim contemplated telling them. It could make for a pretty funny story, and Jason seemed pretty intrigued, too.
“It wasn’t bad, it was just weird. I think all the days without sleep finally caught up to me.” Tim didn’t know why he added that last part. Dick looked like he wanted to say something about it, but Tim continued, “Basically, we all ended up traveling back in time to Japan for some reason. And a lot of the Arkham villains were there, too, for whatever reason. Then they got their hands on transformer robot things, and a bunch of bats combined into one giant Batman to fight the robots. And then this one guy started calling the giant Batman ‘Batgod.’ It was really weird.”
Tim took a moment to think, “Oh yeah, and Damian had like the worst haircut known to mankind, you had weird anime hair,” he pointed at Dick, “ and Jason had a red tube on his head.”
Jason snorted, “You would have weird anime hair.”
“Says the one with the red tube on his head.” Dick retorted, as he tried and failed to hide his laughter.
“It’s ok, I had weird anime hair too,” Tim snickered.
The three of them continued in quiet laughter, so as not to wake up the rest of the manor.