Batman: Don’t do that, Dick. Not that look. Please. Don’t give me the sad eyes.

Nightwing: Please?

Batman: No. I’m not looking. I’m driving.

Nightwing: Come oooon.

Batman: You were never able to do this look before Damian came along. What did he do to you?

Truth be told, Dick didn’t even realize that he’d been doing it, that his youngest brother’d been using it on him all along like the tiny master manipulator that he was, and that he’d picked up the habit.