Concept: he tells one person who tells everyone else, but it’s like a game of telephone where the story changes over time
Tim, under his breath: …so yeah, I lost my spleen and blew up the League of Assassins.
Cassandra: *nods*
[later]
Stephanie, gasping: No way! He sold his spleen to the League of Assassins?!?
Cassandra: *nods*
[later]
Stephanie: *whispers to Barbara*
Barbara: Moldy blue cheese in a pasta salad. No wonder he seemed so out of it.
[later]
Barbara: *whispers*
Duke: That doesn’t sound like him. I’m gonna ask Jason to see if he knows.
[later]
Duke: Apparently Tim spent a year in a treehouse writing classic rock ballads.
Jason: That’s the first time I’m hearing about this.
[later]
Dick: What were you and Duke talking about?
Jason: Nothing much, just how Tim went off the grid to live like a caveman for a year.
Dick: He what now—
[later]
Damian: I overheard you and Todd talking about Drake’s alternative lifestyle retreat.
Dick: Well, actually—
Damian: Does Father know?
Dick: I don’t think so, but—
Damian: I shall inform him.
[later]
Damian: *whispers*
Bruce: Are you sure?
Damian: My intel is never wrong.
Bruce: *barges into the Batcave*
Bruce: Timothy Jackson Drake, since when did you smoke weed?!