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Cuckoo has been maintaining eye contact with this child for a good ten minutes. The kid hasn't moved or said anything since, and he's not sure what to do. Tim's gotten rusty since his Robin days and he hasn't handled kids in over a year. The kid has a heart shaped scar on their cheek, right below their eye, which still looks pretty fresh. They also have blood crusted on their tattered clothes, but judging from the way the kid is handling themselves, it isn't theirs.
"Do you want a burger?"
Wow, good job, Tim. That was totally the right thing to say. Just ask a strange kid, while looking like a strange costumed man, if they want a burger.
"Yes."
Wait, what?