Blake stripped off infront of the denizens of the party, roughly crafting a Tarzan costume out of the rags of his cat-suit. The Six isn't on a great budget like the rest of you. #WaynesWickedNight

He honestly just wanted a costume that wasn't his ACTUAL costume! Which is now in shreds.

Who smells really good? Like honestly. It's pungent. #WaynesWickedNight

Just point me to the drinks.

Has Rag Doll been near these- nevermind. Thomas snatches a shot, throwing it down his neck. "I hope Floyd's not here. Won't be anything left to drink."

Don't accept drinks from Harley. #WaynesWickedNight

"Just saying. If Rag's been near them, they're probably drugged to high heaven."

Ignore him. #WaynesWickedNight

"Then you'd love Rag Doll."

Snooze you lose, that sort of thing.

I can smell you, too. I think it's the pretentious stink.

Because Batman is stingy.

The Six can't have opinions? Oh. Classic 'hero'.

We have great opinions. Open your ears sometimes, birdy.

Plus, we all know cats eat birds.

I used to hunt canaries because they annoyed me.

All I hear is a pretentious tweet-tweet.

Nightwing is a real dickhole.

You could still pretend anyway.

Wow. That actually hurt. I'm telling Helena.