Trying to get your brother to make healthier choices be like…

Nightwing: *laying the blueprint for a warehouse across the street on the rooftop deck*

Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment*

Robin: *adjusting Goliath’s leash*

Red Hood: *coughs*

Red Robin: Wait a second, are you smoking inside of your helment again?

Red Hood: What? No.

Red Hood: *tries to stifle another cough as smoke comes out of the vents in his helmet* Oops.

Nightwing: *locating Alfred on his communicator* I knew this would happen. And how many snack cakes have you had today?

Red Hood: None.

Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin: *glare at him*

Red Hood: Okay, five… or more. Baker’s dozen at most.

Robin: Do you even know how many there are in a baker’s dozen, Todd?

Red Hood: By my count? Forty-eight.