[ Tim waves one of the raised hands, because, really, what else is there? ]

Hey.

[ He doesn’t tack on a name – Tim Drake isn’t supposed to know Impulse, and, while the cat's out of the bag on Kid Flash’s identity, Impulse somehow managed to hold onto the secret. Somehow occasionally goes by the name of Max Mercury.

Then again, it’s a lost cause pretending they don’t know each other. Tim was taken from his bed. It doesn’t matter who’s supposed to know who anymore: like the cat, the Bat is definitely out of the bed.

Tim looks down at his pajamas. They are, naturally, Bart’s fault, and Tim has had a hard time getting rid of them. ]

I have no idea when they started to fit. I think it was around when they would’ve for you, which they… wouldn’t now.

[ Tim looks dubiously at Bart, who seems to have shrunk in both height and musculature since Tim saw him last. ]

Either you got hit with a shrink ray and that’s the only thing that fit, or our space problem just became a space and time problem.