"Please tell you know how to defuse a bomb" with timmy bird perhaps?
Books are a magical thing, especially when you need to know trivial knowledge that you think will never come in handy. Tim had always loved reading, seeing as it was one of the only ways he could amuse himself as a child and not have his parents look at him with the usual disappointed, judgmental glare. And the knowledge he gained from the various books he read did seem to come in handy, for example at this exact moment, when he was faced with a bomb that was steadily ticking down to the imminent doom of Gotham. “What’s happening on your end?” His comm crackled to life and Jason’s voice cut through a few layers of static as Tim was peering at the contraption before him “Oh, nothin’ much, just trying to figure out how to stop this bomb from exploding. You?” Jason groaned “Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse. Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.” Tim rolled his eyes, knowing that Jason couldn’t see him “What do you take me for, an idiot? Don’t answer that. Of course I know how to defuse a bomb, I’ve read a book before.” “Oh, excuse me for presuming that like most people you don’t know how to defuse an extremely complicated bomb.” Tim could hear the sarcasm practically dripping off of Jason’s voice “Well, I can usually figure out how to deal with you, so it’s practically the same thing.” Jason let out a dry laugh “Ha ha, at least I don’t level cities if you cut the wrong wire.” “If you ran unchecked and it happened to suit your plans, you could and would probably level a city.” “While that could be a possibility, you should really stop chatting and defuse that bomb. I would rather not die. Again.” Tim smirked, again aware that Jason didn’t have the ability to see him do so “Dude, I defused that bomb about a minute and a half ago.”