Jason: Where is my Mr. Darcy? I’m a good person! At this rate I’m going to die an old maid!
Bruce: Jason, you’re twenty. You still have seven more years before you have to start worrying.
Tim: you are the mr. darcy
Babs: No, he’s definitely Elizabeth.
Tim: oh come on! over dramatic, rich, and whiny? who am i discribing? Jason Todd or Mr. Darcy, guess we’ll never know!
Bruce: Leave your brother alone. If he wants a Mr Darcy, he can have them.
Damian: He is obviously Wickham. Jason: *shocked Pikachu face*
Jason: How dare you?! -launches himself at Damian-
Dick: Aren’t you going to stop them?
Alfred: Actions have consequences.
Alfred: Plus, Master Dick, you, sir, are Wickham.
Dick:
Dick: <clearing his throat> Carry on, Jason - er, ah, Lizzy.
Tim: <screaming> I’m telling you he is Mr. Darcy! Jason! Rich! Spoiled! Dramatic!
Jason: <speaking mid-assault on Damian> Shut the fuck up, Tim! You’re so rude! And prejudiced! And I’m not even rich! I’m a poor kid from the Narrows. With a deplorable mother. Who loves to read and nurture my mind. What are you? A rich, spoiled, well educated, shockingly gorgeous drama quee- <whispering in horror> oh my God.
Bruce: *takes his cue to just escape to the office where he will drink brandy and pretend to do work like Mr.Bennett*
Steph: <popping in from a window now that Bruce is gone> Did someone call for Lydia?
Babs: Go to your room and stay there until you turn 21.
Steph: Damn, Jane, you’re such a downer. Let a girl live a little!
Damian: The child that you gave away for adoption is proof that you have already done so.
Dick: LEAVE LYDIA ALONE, MR COLLINS!!
Alfred: <raises a significant eyebrow>
Wait so Ra’s is Lady Catherine De Bourgh?
😮😮😮
Yessssssss…….!
This… devolved in the best of ways… and I completely fucking lost it at Ra’s as Lady Catherine.