By Gen X
The fluffy mass writhed about the Batcomputer. Still, Bruce worked unfazed.
“Your analysis?” Dick asked, leaning against the console.
“Plot bunnies,” Bruce said definitively. “As far as I can tell they’re born pregnant.”
“Origin?”
“Unknown.”
“Maybe they’re from the past because someone, in the future, time traveled, and brought them back from a space station where they foiled a mystery by eating grain,” Tim contributed.
“Now that’s just the stupidest thing I’ve heard,” Dick said.
Bruce helped Alfred swept some up in a dustpan. Plot bunnies to dust bunnies. Bruce gave Dick a pointed look, and, reluctantly, he gathered some.
“It’s not my fault your cave is filled with bunnies,” Dick grumbled.
“Oh yes it is,” Tim said in a sing-song voice.
He looked down and read the text of a plot bunny. ‘Dick gets recruited into a secret government agency.’ He picked up another. ‘Dick gets turned into a wolf.’ A wolf? He read through some others. Marriage, babies, Titans, slash, and so on.
“Can we use the JLA’s transporter?”
Bruce nodded.
“Lock onto the bunnies and prepare to engage,” Tim said.
Dick rolled his eyes. “You’ve been watching Star Trek in syndication again haven’t you?” he asked as the bunnies dematerialized.
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