When asked about his daily routine…

Batman: Hn.

Batman: I go on patrol from midnight to eight, come home, sleep for five minutes, eat breakfast, sleep for six more minutes, shower, then I have ten minutes to bask in Alfred’s passive aggressive comments about my social life, then I’m off to Wayne Enterprises, fresh as a daisy.

Nightwing: Bruce, we, um… We did something very bad.

Batman: Did you wreck the Batplane?

Red Robin: No!

Batman: Did you raise the dead?

Robin: Yes!

Batman: But the plane’s okay?

Nightwing: Uh-huh…

Batman: All right then.


Look, your father’s very tired, boys…


Meanwhile, somewhere in Nanda Parbat…

Red Hood: *covered in Lazarus Pit fluid* What the f–

Jason: Young man, since you broke Tim’s teeth, he gets to break yours.

Tim: *wipes blood off his mouth and cracks his knuckles* This is gonna be sweet.

Damian: *sneers*


In which Bruce, Alfred, and Dick never leave Jason to “babysit” his younger brothers again.


First rule of Bat Club…

When the Teen Titans won’t take your leadership seriously…

Robin: *storming out of the Tower conference room* I’ll show them who’s “just a kid”!

Nightwing: *yelling from across the hall* Damian, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!

a-wayne-at-heart:

Damian: Drake.

Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?

Damian: I was born ready.

Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.

Damian: Twist my words all you want.

Tim: Okay.

Damian: I’m winning this bet.

Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?

Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?

Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?