It did work for the British
Just spent over an hour on a customer support line talking to half a dozen different people across five separate transfers, and the final resolution was that they were unable to help me because at some point in that process I'd somehow been transferred to their Australian branch. I didn't even know they had an Australian branch.
jason, watching tim cook: okay so he got the cookies
jason: grinding them okay, so like, cookie dough - oh adding milk, flour- okay, okay
jason: pancakes. cool, cookie panc- why are you baking them,
jason: WHY IS HE GRINDNING THEM UP AGAI- milk, flour- WHAT
jason: bro? whyd you
jason: whyd you do that??? why did you. make a pancake and made a pancake from a pan- waht??
jason: why did you square root a pancake???
I feel like the general energy of the Batfam is as follows.
Batman: don’t do anything stupid.
His five hundred children: *do stupid things instantly*
Okay. New thought. Hear me out.
Jason with motorcycle.
Jason, motorcycle AND 'white girl' music.
A little like this:
Goon 1: Hurry up guys! We don' want boss waitn' to long!
Goon 5: Uh.. hey lads? What's that music? I ain't never hear California gurls playin' down h're.
Goon 1: ...
The sound of a motorcycles engine becomes louder, as well as the very noticable and very known lyrics of California gurls as well as a distinct voice singing it.
Goon 2: SHIT SHIT DUCK DOWN
All of the goon scramble to duck down and hide.
Goon 5: What? What is it? The goon whispers
As the sound becomes louder and louder, the engine of the motorcycle pauses for a while but soon continues on. The goons all let out a heavy breath, that was a close one.
Goon 6: Oh thank the Lord. I thought he found us for a second..
Jason standing like right behind them whispers into one of the goons ears: California girls-
And that's why if you hear California gurls playing in Gotham, you should run because it's the Red hood.
Now. You must be wondering, if Jason is with the goons.. where is the motorcycle? Well let's just say Tim had a fun time scaring the shit out of people.
Dinah, who somehow got roped into being the batfam counselor: And why did no one explain to Jason that the Joker was nearly killed twice by the two people he originally called family and only third party interference stopped him from permanently dying, not only giving the young man closure but also opening a line of communication???
Bruce and Dick trying very hard not to look at a bewildered Jason: It just never came up.
Dick, to the Titans: OK this is my little brother, everyone has to be so nice to him!
Jason, 6'4, built like a double fridge and holding a gun: Hey.
The Titans:
Years later.
Dick, to the Titans again: OK this is my even littler brother, everyone be super super nice to him!
Duke, 6'2, built like a linebacker and lit up like a glo stick: Yo.
The Titans:
Years after that.
Dick, again, to the Titans: OK this is my littlest baby brother, everyone has to be so sweet to him! He's a baby!
Damian, 18 and 6'0, made of pure muscle and holding a sword: Greetings.
The Titans: ...where are you finding these brothers.
Jason: "Hey I need some help."
Dick: "Okay, wait a second, I'm getting another call. Hello?"
Tim: "Hey Dick, don't get mad, but I need your help with something."
Dick: "One second." *returns to earlier call* "What did you do?"
Jason: "Me? It's not always me, you know--"
Dick: "Sure Jay, hold up, I'm getting another call. Hello?"
Damian: "Batgirl and I require assistance, can we use your apartment for something?"
Dick: "What did Jason do?"
Damian: "...why are you asking about Jason?"
Dick: "Because... ugh, never mind. What did you do?"
Stephanie, in the background: "What? He never asks Tim all these questions."
Tim, muffled: "He asks me all the time."
Dick: "Wait a second, why the hell are all of you together?"
Jason: "We'll tell you but you gotta open the front door first."
Boy has horrific bloody gruesome nightmare and wakes up in a cold sweat, begrudgingly seeks comfort in father. What happens next is shocking!!!!
Batman: "Suspect's headed down eighth street. I'll let you know when we have him"
Gordon: "Wait, if you're here, who's in pursuit of the suspect?"
Batman, getting out his grapple gun: "Robin."
Gordon, having heart palpitations. "The eight year old?? Can he even look over the dash?" *realizes Batman's gone* "All units be advised, clear the road for the Batmobile."
Dispatch: "No need for that, Batmobile hasn't left anything to clear."
Gordon: *downs BP meds* "10-4."