Superman: Red Hood. Thank you for your help. You are a valuable asset to Batman’s team.
Red Hood: Well, it would be great if you would call him and remind him of that from time to time.
Author: chocoh0lic0201

Imagine: Tim, showing Conner a hidden corner in the Batcave (instead of “college”).
Imagine: Tim Drake, talking to a mirror.
Batman: *working on a case by himself in the Hall of Justice*
Superman and Wonder Woman: *watching him*
Superman: *whispering* The good news is, he’s the best at what he does.
Wonder Woman: *whispering back* The bad news is, he knows it.
Happy 80th, Brucie.
Batman: Alfred, I need a car.
Alfred [on the Comm Link]: Call an Uber.
Batman: What am I? 19?
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No, more like a middle-aged teenager. (Also, this is Alfred’s version of grounding you for almost dying during your last mission, Bruce.)
Nightwing: I want to give you a hug.
Red Hood: Do you want to get tazed?
Nightwing: Pass.
Early on-the-job training with the “OG Robin” be like…
Goons: *in hot pursuit*
Robin: *standing on the edge of a cliff* Y-you w-want me to j-j-jump?
Nightwing: *chuckles* No, Tim, I want you to have the power to apparate like the teenage wizards in “Harry Potter”, but you don’t, so into the wind you go! *shoves him lightly then follows*
When your brother visits your Blüdhaven apartment…
Dick: How cheap do you think I am?
Jason: *grabs a box from the cupboard and shakes it* Well, your cereal box says, “Cereal”.
Dick: *grabs the box and returns it to the cupboard* Generic is how you get your savings.
In the Batplane…
Batman:
The Flash:
Batman:
The Flash: *shuddering*
Batman: You okay?
The Flash: *still trying to get over seeing Red Robin and Robin in action only a few moments back*
The Flash: You convinced two healthy kids to jump out of a plane. Is that even legal?
Breakfast at the Manor…
Duke: *listening to the birds chirping, the breeze blowing, the grass being mowed by Alfred… *
Duke: *looks around the kitchen suspiciously*
Duke: It’s quiet. Too quiet.
Duke:
Dune: *narrowly misses a birdarang, which hits and breaks a ketchup bottle, and hears two sets of footsteps – one lithe, the other heavy – barreling down the stairs and familiar voices yelling insults at each other*
Duke:
Duke: *gets up, grabs his stuff, and looks up the nearest Big Belly Burger on Waze* Suddenly it’s too loud. I preferred it when it was quiet.

