Superman: So all your sons are… ?

Batman: Undead.

When your husband’s about to travel in time to save the world once again…

Iris: There’s one silver lining to forgetting everything.

Barry: What?

Iris: You’ll knock me off my feet all over again.

Superman: Bruce, I hope this isn’t too personal but… is that a human heartbeat I’m hearing or are you just happy to see me?

Bruce: Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite Robin?

Dick: Bruuuuce. Come on!

Bruce: I think instinctively you must know…

Dick: I mean, it’s like…

Bruce: I mean you’ve gotten away with everything…

Dick: *giggles* Bruce, you don’t have to say that…

Bruce: You’ll always be my little bo–

Door: *thud thud thud*

Batman: *muffled* Nightwing, get up. It’s time for patrol.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

And it had been such a nice dream, too.

Arsenal: Hey, Jaybird, I’m ho–

Red Hood:

Red Robin:

Arsenal: *jaw drops*

Red Hood: Uh. Sorry. You must be freaked out.

Arsenal: Oh, watching my zombie housemate talk to his brother’s ghost? That’s just what I call a Tuesday.

Oops. Did he forget to mention that Timmy’s back?

Sorry, guys. In my mind, Jason and Roy are still best friends and therefore still share a safe house in Rebirth.

When word on the street is that you’re a “zombie”…

Roy: Jaybird, whose brain have you eaten?

Jason: Who wants to know?

When Batman’s sons come over to your city and you hear about it at work…

Lois: Hey, Smallville. There are a few developments. You might want to make some room on the front page.

Clark: *raises an eyebrow*

No need to worry, Superman. It’s just your nephews wreaking havoc on some Gotham City criminals who thought they could hide out in Metropolis.

Jason: *coming out of the shower, dripping wet, his bottom half wrapped in a towel* I have to ask, did you see my… ?

Artemis: I don’t want to talk about it.

Jason: That’s what I thought.

Jason: *smirks* You’re welcome.

Yeah, you might want to lock the bathroom door next time if you want to keep those “jewels” intact, Hood.

Red Hood and Red Robin: *wounded, out of weapons, and crouching behind crates as armed henchmen close in on them from every corner*

Red Hood: *grins*

Red Robin: Jason, “I could take out those guys” isn’t a plan.

The Robins as…

a-wayne-at-heart:

HOSPITAL PATIENTS:

Dick:

“Oh, those glass shards on my back? I get them all the time. No biggie. Hey, do you guys serve cereal?”

The staff love checking him ou – er, checking up on him.

Regales them with stories of past injuries, which none of them can believe are even possible (”Then how are you still alive?”)

Jason

Fake ID (since, you know, legally dead and all)

Wheeled into the hospital room by 5 AM, out through the window in a hospital gown and onto a waiting motorcycle by 5:15 AM

Tim:

Double-checks every diagnosis and every medication and cross-references them with similar cases in the city (and occasionally schools whoever is unfortunate enough to check up on him)

Who knows how pure liquid caffeine got injected into his IV bottle?

Damian:

“You call this food? My father will buy this place!”

Physical examination? You might as well put your hand inside a Tasmanian devil’s tunnel.

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Oh, sorry. Timmy “schools whomever is unfortunate to check up on him”.