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Tim's team was still staring at him in shock, and vice versa, when Tim's phone rang. The Batman-specific ring.
"Can someone toss that to me?" Tim asked, and Kon did so.
"Yeah, B, what's up?" Tim said reflexively, and then thought, funny I should say that.
"A massive spell just hit North America," Batman rumbled. "It seems to be making advertising slogans literal for people interacting with products at the moment the spell hit."
"Oh." That explained some things. "So, like--"
"People are on the roofs of Dunkin' Donuts, unable to stop running. At McDonald's everywhere, people are serenading their fries. There's massive mood alteration at Disney. So far, it's seemed deceptively harmless, but we need to figure it out. Return to the cave immediately."
"Uh, yeah, about that. I'm kind of, uh, dealing with one of those side effects myself? And I need to figure out...how to get back down to the ground, first. Before I can go anywhere."
"You're one of the Dunkin's runners?"
"Flying, actually," Tim said.
An appalled silence.
"Yeah," Tim said, looking down at the toppled can he'd been holding, and dropped when he got propelled into the air. "Red Bull gave me wings?"