Barbara Gordon.

❈Bᴀᴛɢɪʀʟ❈ ❝I·ᴍ Oʀᴀᴄʟᴇ﹐ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ.❞ ❥ Fʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ❥ Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ❥ RT's ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

Nobody would believe that.

"We should definitely grab coffee sometime."

"Living with Dick is all the chaotic energy I need for a lifetime."

"Thankfully, no."

Anyway. She's texting Dick to tell him what Wally did.

"I've been in that boat before too."

"I know I am."

"I have strong feelings on it, but I won't blab if that's what you mean."

"Language."

"Don't sass me Damian. Does it look like I want to be sassed tonight?"

I'll take that peace offering.

I can never handle Dick and Wally in the same room together for longer than five minutes.

"It is that simple. March yourself up to your bedroom, brush your teeth and get in bed."

Let me just print off the location the initial tweet came from.

"Damian. Go to bed."

You tweeted this from your web browser at your home.

Do you want me to pull out receipts?

He did not in fact get hacked.