𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈

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Bruce, at his desk: Okay, I have work to do now.

Elisa, on Bruce's lap with her limbs wrapped around him like a koala, unmoving: But I miss you.

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Tim: I am 100% capable at controlling my emotions.

Stephanie: You cried for an hour yesterday after Elisa smiled at you!

Tim, tearing up: You should have seen it-

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[Tim gets in trouble]

Bruce: No computer.

Tim: I need my computer for school.

Bruce: Fine, but no TV.

Tim: I don't watch TV.

Bruce: *Sees Elisa walk by*

Bruce: Then no Elisa.

Elisa: No Elisa?

Bruce: NO ELISA!

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Elisa: Here's the thing though. Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?

Bruce: I think that's called a threat.

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Dick: Whenver Elisa's mad at me, I go and tighten the lids on all of our jars so she has to get help from me.

[The sound of glass breaking in the background]

Dick: It hasn't worked yet, but it'll happen.

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Elisa: I don't think I'm worth all this, Dick.

Dick, already advancing towards Elisa: Bold words for someone in hugging range.

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Bruce: You're late.

Elisa: I love you.

Bruce:

Elisa:

Bruce:

Bruce: Okay, you're forgiven.

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Jason, putting honey in his tea: Hell yeah, get in that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

Elisa: ... Do you take constructive criticism?

Jason: I absolutely do not.

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[After a leg injury]

Elisa: My leg hurts, you have to carry me.

Jason: What? Again? Where are your crutches?

Elisa: I threw them over the balcony.

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Damian: Who hurt you.

Elisa, sarcastically: You want a list?

Damian, sharpening his sword: Yes.


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