At the Titans Tower…

Conner: *watching in mild amusement as Tim and Damian tear each other apart with words*

– 4 hours later –

Conner: *yawning* How do you ever get anything done if all you ever do is argue with each other?

Damian: *stares menacingly at him, reaching for the Kryptonite spray in his pocket* 

Tim: We don’t! That’s part of our charm! Quit messing it up! *slams the door on Conner and continues his screaming match with his little brother*