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Damian [on the Comm Link]: *sniffling and sneezing*

Damian: Why are you trying to turn this into a fight, Grayson? I called to yell at you for getting me sick.

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: Take care. Bye. *click*

Nightwing: *grinning* I love you, too.

When you’re called to the principal’s office at Gotham Academy to discuss your youngest son…

Bruce: It can be challenging to find playmates for an exceptional child such as Damian. And I don’t mean to brag, but that’s why I didn’t have any friends growing up.

Tim: *wearing a Superboy t-shirt and standing majestically with his chest heaving after sprinting for dramatic effect*

Dick: *cups his hands into a voice amplifier* It’s a bird! It’s a plane!

Jason: *walks past them to grab a can of beer from the fridge* It’s super out of breath.

Tim: Happy Halloween to you, too.

Red Robin: *cradling a broken arm*

Nightwing: Who hurt you?!

Nightwing: I’m kidding. I know it was Jason and Damian.

And Damian’s like, “It was an accident. *rolls eyes*”.

Jason: Dick isn’t the only hottie living in the Manor. I washed the Batmobile in my old Robin shorts the other day. I definitely felt eyes on me.

Yes. Those were Damian’s. Right before he vomited.

Also, those scaly spandex briefs (leotards?) sure are stretchable.

Dick: *putting on his Nightwing uniform* Are you a nerd?

Jason: No. Why would you ask me that?

Dick: *dangling the Robin uniform in front of him* It’s Patrol Night and you’re doing homework.

“Super Sons”, a summary…

Robin: We are having fun.

Superboy: *carrying Damian on his back while sprinting through the jungle as killer androids chase after them* You are! I’m just doing what you’re making me do!

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *walks into the kitchen and sees Tim splayed on the kitchen counter, bruised and bloodied, and in a singed Red Robin uniform*

Damian: Pennyworth, do we have to put the trash on the counter? I take my afternoon tea here.

At Red Hood’s safe house…

Jason: *heaving and clutching at his chest*

Jason, to Damian, who’s clinging to the ceiling like a spider: What have I said about you sneaking up on me? I could’ve been shaving. This could’ve been a Sweeney Todd moment!

Tim: *walks in on Dick and Jason excitedly discussing the previous night’s events*

Tim: *wiping dried-up drool off from his face and onto his coffee-stained pajamas*

Tim: What party?

Jason: Aw. The two saddest words in the English language.