What, [Wally squawks, twisting in a desperate attempt to try and see the mark just above the edge of the towel. He can't quite turn that way and he's got revenge to to exact, but he will get a hand mirror later.

Wally jumps onto the bed and grabs the edge of the blankets, yanking to try and unravel Robin enough so he can scribble on his face.] This is what happens when you're bored, isn't it?! This is what happens when you don't have Gotham villains to whoop!