At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
He’s… not used to affection.
And he couldn’t have asked a better person.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
He’s… not used to affection.
And he couldn’t have asked a better person.
Post-wedding downtime be like…
Dick: *looking on as Selina thanks the Justice Society for attending* That’s funny.
Bruce: *loosening his tie and drinking his third glass of wine* What’s funny?
Dick: She pulls ridiculous stunts and is crazy. She’s the female you. *pats him on the chest and walks away*
Batwoman: *gesturing to a gagged and restrained henchman out of earshot* Would you like first crack at him?
Nightwing:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Red Hood: *steps aside* Kate, please, you’re our guest.
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Let no one say that the Batboys aren’t gentlemen.
Family Movie Night…
The Flash: I feel the need…
Impulse: … the need for speed.
Kid Flash: *rolls eyes*
When your adoptive father’s being beaten up by Bane on national TV and you remember him ordering you to “stay out of it no matter what”…
Nightwing: *holding back angry tears*
Red Robin: *hacking into the satellites to disable public broadcasting*
Robin: *gripping his sword so hard that the handle nearly breaks*
Red Hood:
Red Hood: So what do we do now? Sit around and try not to die?!
Red Hood: *grabs his jacket and storms out of the Batcave*
When you spot the Batplane (and the four-foot teenager driving it) heading towards you…
The Signal: Why do I need back-up?
Robin [on the Comm Link]: No, no, you misunderstand, Thomas. You are the back-up. Baby steps.
Sorry, sweetheart. He likes pulling rank.
Damian: *building a LEGO Death Star*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *yelling* Drake! I need your help!
Tim: Your room? You’re letting me go into your room?!
Duke: I’m not exactly a Robin…
Jason: You’re more than that. You’re family and you’re not alone. If they come after you, they’ll have to go through me first.
I’d like to see more interactions between these two in the comics.
Red Hood: *out of his prison cell and surrounded by fallen henchmen*
Black Mask: Argh! I don’t know what to do with you!
Red Hood: Well, I can think of a few things, but you wouldn’t want to hear them.
Black Mask: I had no idea that the infamous Red Hood could be bought.
Red Hood: For a quarter of a billion dollars, not only can I be bought, you can gift-wrap me, too.