In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…

Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.

Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!

Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.

The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.