When you get off patrol and your little brother insists that you read him a bedtime story…

Dick: Then the prince and the princess… got, um, married and lived happily ever after…

Damian: Then what happened, Grayson?

Dick: Uh… They had… thirty sons and thirty daughters.

Damian: What were their names?

Dick: Hmm… Dennis… Brad… Mavis… Brad… Bra… ZzzzZzz…

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *tugs on his blanket and covers his snoring older brother with it*