By Gen X
The fluffy mass writhed about the Batcomputer. Still, Bruce worked unfazed.
�Your analysis?� Dick asked, leaning against the console.
�Plot bunnies,� Bruce said definitively. �As far as I can tell they�re born pregnant.�
�Origin?�
�Unknown.�
�Maybe they�re from the past because someone, in the future, time traveled, and brought them back from a space station where they foiled a mystery by eating grain,� Tim contributed.
�Now that�s just the stupidest thing I�ve heard,� Dick said.
Bruce helped Alfred swept some up in a dustpan. Plot bunnies to dust bunnies. Bruce gave Dick a pointed look, and, reluctantly, he gathered some.
�It�s not my fault your cave is filled with bunnies,� Dick grumbled.
�Oh yes it is,� Tim said in a sing-song voice.
He looked down and read the text of a plot bunny. �Dick gets recruited into a secret government agency.� He picked up another. �Dick gets turned into a wolf.� A wolf? He read through some others. Marriage, babies, Titans, slash, and so on.
�Can we use the JLA�s transporter?�
Bruce nodded.
�Lock onto the bunnies and prepare to engage,� Tim said.
Dick rolled his eyes. �You�ve been watching Star Trek in syndication again haven�t you?� he asked as the bunnies dematerialized.
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