bardolater
"I should have seen it coming already, but seeing Jason be the bardolater that he is has truly caught me off guard."
"Jason's a what?" Dick stares at Tim incredulously, as if he had just insulted his own mother.
"For someone of Todd's stature and gruffness, it is suprising that he is a fan of Shakespeare." This time it was Damian who speaks Egyptian... At least to Dick, it was.
"It must have been Alfred's influence on him." Tim nods in agreement, which adds more confusion in Dick's case.
"But he's a what again? I don't know that word, sorry boys." Dick says apologetically.
"Don't worry, Richard. I didn't understand that word, too." Bruce says as he arrives at their table with a tray, heavily laden with fast food.
"Ah, well. Don't think about it too much. Let's just eat so we can pick Jason, Alf, and Cass up after the play," Tim waves a dismissive hand in front of them, as he takes his and Damian's burger from the tray, and slides it towards the pre-teen.
"I asked for non-Jokerized fries, Father."
"Just eat your food, Damian."