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[Red Robin walks into the Batcave, a kitten cradled in his arms. He carefully pulls off his cowl, detaches his cape and uses it to loosely wrap around the kitten. As he walks, he calls out to the Batcave in general.]

Alfred...?

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The thing is so weak it couldn't make a mess if it tried. But you're welcome to supervise if it makes you feel better.

Where did you even find it?

Some thugs were picking on him. Luckily, I got to them before they did much damage.

Here, hold him. [He holds out the bundle of kitten and cape to Damian. He DOES need to get the food.]

Edited 2011-07-09 03:30 (UTC)

[Tim looks over as he's rifling through the fridge.]

You have to support the bottom. You'll hurt him otherwise.

I don't have to do anything, Drake.

Edited 2011-07-09 14:18 (UTC)

Honestly, Damian, not everything is a personal insult. [He rolls his eyes and begins setting up whatever food he found into a dish.]

With you? That's exactly what it is.

[He raises an eyebrow instead of thanking him, then goes to get a dish for the water.]

How did you get this delusional?

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