At Robin and Superboy’s ultra-high tech, ultra-pristine, ultra-secret tree safe house…

Red Hood: *bruised, tattered, dripping blood, and on the run from mercenaries*

Jon: *pleading eyes*

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *rubs his face in exasperation*

Damian: All right, he can stay. But I get to treat him like garbage.

Red Hood: Wow. What’s the catch?

Jay, don’t push it. And, Dami, just because he tripped and bled all over the LEGO Death Star that took you and your best friend eighteen hours to assemble, it doesn’t mean that you should treat your older brother that way.