[ Hey, man. Nothing odd going on here, just an off-colored raccoon sidling up, jauntily humming "Blue Moon." The animal stops at Dick's feet and sits back on its hind legs, looking up at the moon, snout twitching. After a pause, he speaks, upbeat as (almost) always. ]

You know, maybe it's just that I've been a city kid for too long, or the whole superhero gig has made me wary of basically everything, but... Is that, like, suspiciously big and glow-y to you? I mean, it's pretty and all, but whoa. Tone it down a little bit, you know?

[ Nobody likes a show-off, Moon. ]