𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 {𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔧𝔬𝔫}

7

"He's a wreck. That's all I can say," Jason sighed.

"Jon too," Dick chimed in, rubbing his head, "They're both not like themselves."

"That makes sense," Clark lowered his eyes, "Damian brought the best in Jon."

"And Jon brought out the best in Damian," Bruce chimed in.

The two fathers looked at each other sadly. It was painful to see their sons in this situation."

Conner bagned his fist on the table, "What can we do? It's not like we can sit here and watch them feel sorry about themselves and mope around in their room all day!"

"Yeah," Jason agreed, "dropping 'clues' isn't helping at the moment."

"And it's not like we can send them on a mission to sort things out," Stephanie pursed her lips, "they'll probably yell at each other and let the criminals go away."

Suddenly, Tim's eyes lit up, "You're a genius, Steph!"

"I am? I mean, well duh I am!" Stephanie grinned. 

"We can send them on a mission, like a stakeout," Tim continued, eyes bright, "but it's not actually a mission! They can stay in the car watching a 'bad guy' that can be like, Dick in disguise or something!"

"And they can work things out by talking!" Lois concluded.

Dick made a time-out sign, "Hold up. I'm through with this plan but why do I have to be the guy in disguise? I have things to do as well!"

Everybody looked at him up and down.

"It's because your hairstyle makes you look like a drug dealer," Jason smirked.

Dick started spluttering while everyone else was nodding along.

"Alright, the plan is set," Tim rubbed his hands together, "they'll set out tomorrow. And when they get back, they'll be good as new."

"First," Clark rubbed his temples, "we have to persuade them to go."