Tim looked at Ace--he still couldn't believe the dog had stayed this long--and then between Bruce and Marissa. Bruce, of course, had to control the situation from the get-go; it was how he worked. He set the pace and made you follow it, whether or not you wanted to.
He watches the battle of wills between father and daughter, noting again, how much alike they were. The scowls were even identical, though Tim could also see Vicki's "I've had enough of this crap" look etched into Marissa's own.
After a good...ten minutes of waiting for someone to say something, Tim took the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Bat-Family. Where we don't talk about our issues, we just scowl them out between clipped tones of resentment and judgment." Tim says. Alfred wouldn't have let this happen. Tim still missed him.
"As you can see, Bruce, she's safe, whole and in a lot better shape. I notice you didn't invite Batman to the party, so this whole thing isn't official. Fine. You and Marissa have issues you need to work out, so maybe I should leave you to it.
One of you is bound to stop scowling long enough to speak." Tim says, looking between them again.
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