The work of saving the house finally ended when the rain eased a little during the day. Even Batman sighed in exhaustion.
He was genuinely starting to question the competence of Batmen from other universes. How exactly had they trained their assistants to be this useless?
Jason was injured, so that was one thing. Dick was incapable of lifting anything heavier than a spoon. Tim was even worse—he could not do any work, yet still kept trying to direct everyone else. The most useful person all night had actually been Pamela, Poison Ivy, the supervillain from his universe!
Then Batman realized he had been thinking too simply.
While they were busy, they might not have been much help, but at least they had been united. Once the work was done, though, they started arguing with one another.
"...If you hadn't insisted on messing with that stupid machine, we could've reinforced the house earlier and this wouldn't have happened!" Harley stood in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips, taking on three people alone without losing an inch.
"That big idiot only cared about his stupid ice cream maker! Otherwise he wouldn't have twisted his ankle. You only know how to flirt with your girlfriend. If you'd spent the time you used to gossip fixing the house, it would've been done ages ago. And aren't you always bragging about how smart you are? How could you not tell which parts of the house were unstable?!"
"Could you tell?" Tim snapped back without hesitation.
"But I was the first one to notice!"
"But you didn't do anything!"
Their arguing made Batman's head buzz. He wanted to leave, but it was windy and raining outside, and he truly had nowhere else to go.
"Stop arguing!" Batman said. "If