i have a lot of mixed feelings about being around little kids like.. toddlers being toddlers often sets off my sensory issues. but like all my life ive always been apparently unusually good with really young kids (like 2-8) and i actually do like working with them sometimes. like ive babysat for neighbors and i had an internship in the childrens section of a library and children just. tend to really like me. i dont know what quality i have that makes it that way but it makes me happy
Griffin keeps warning us not to expect too much from the mini arcs and on one hand I completely get it, I totally understand. But on the other hand I started this podcast listening to the entire three-hour episode of them figuring out how to play D&D, with absolutely no idea who they were before listening to that ep, and like… I know what this is gonna be, I know what I’m in for, it’s going to be this group trying to play a game while making jokes and honestly that is still completely what I signed up for. I am not going to be disappointed. I’m thrilled at the idea of a new adventure, even a small one.
so, today, holt put his career on the line for a teacher’s-pet detective who’s become more like his daughter. he’s fought for three decades, overcome every obstacle imaginable, for this captaincy by being a good cop. and today, he put it all on the line just so a newly-minted sergeant who is somehow just as determined as he once was wouldn’t have to. these are his kids, and this is his precinct, and the fact that he wasn’t quick enough to work this case sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him from getting his surrogate son out of jail. so instead he was willing to sacrifice everything and derail his own life plan just so that amy wouldn’t have to.
When Dick was in elementary school (back in the days when Batman was a Gotham City cryptid and no one had any evidence that he existed), his classmates used to propose that they “catch Batman” in pretty much the same way kids try to catch Santa coming down their chimney on Christmas Eve: they would try to stay up all night in places Batman seemed likely to show up.
Obviously, little kids with responsible, non-vigilante parents aren’t allowed to hang out in alleyways or on rooftops at two in the morning, so they made do with the next best thing– skyscrapers with big windows where Batman and Robin might swing past. You know who has access to a building like that? Dick Grayson!
So Dick Grayson, Robin, superhero and Batman’s ward, frequently hosted pizza-party sleepovers on the top floor of Wayne Enterprises, while Alfred supervised and all of his classmates crowded around the windows hoping for a glance at the legendary Batman.
Sometimes, nothing happened. They played boardgames and baked brownies and never saw Batman (because I’m busy, Dick), but every once in awhile…. there would be a shadow on the roof across the street, or the tail-end of a cape flashing past the windows.
Sure, it could be their eyes playing tricks on them, but what if it was the real thing??? It was all the school could talk about for weeks.
And then one fateful night, they saw him. He was right there, right in front of the window, and honestly? No one seemed more shocked than Dick Grayson.
“WOW WHAT A TRULY UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS! [winks out the window] Anybody want another brownie?”