Dick: Bruce, why are you mad at Uncle Clark?
Dick: *Puts his hands on his hips and taps his foot*
Bruce:…Fine. Clarks body temperature is significantly higher than a humans. He is always hot. He keeps the League thermostat turned down to 63. Do you know how cold that is, Richard? I want to wear four jackets. I want to line my cape in fur. My hands and feet are numb constantly. Instead of listening to briefings I fantasize about having a super power that would allow me to climb inside of a burning fire place, and survive it.
Dick: *Pulls his phone out from his back pocket* Did ya get all that Uncle Clark?
Clark: *Barrels in through the door* WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! I FEEL SO AWFUL! *Hugs Bruce*
Bruce: Don’t let go. I can almost feel my fingers again.