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Recounting his recent encounter with Superman…

Red Hood: So, I pulled a gun on him.

Batman: *glares*

The rest of the Batfamily: *jaw drop*

Red Hood: What? You guys know I do that from time to time.

Superboy: *places a protective arm in front of Tim* Careful.

Red Robin: Careful is my middle name, bro. Just kidding, it’s Jackson.

Damian [to Dick, about Tim]: What an idiot. I think he’s almost worse than Todd.

Jason: Seriously, brat? Almost worse than me? Thank you.

Damian: *sneers* Oh, come on, Todd-ler.

Jason: I’m not a toddler! I’m a man!

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

Don’t let your tiny, thirteen-year-old brother get under your skin, Jay.

Damian: *sneers* Oh, come on, Todd-ler.

Jason: I’m not a toddler! I’m a man!

Don’t let your tiny, thirteen-year-old brother get under your skin, Jay.

In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…

Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.

Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!

Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.

The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.

Hide-and-Seek at the Manor…

Jason: *snickering*

Damian: *crouching behind Batcow*

Damian: I call it cow-moo-flage, Todd.

Nightwing/Red Hood/Red Robin/Robin: I’m a Robin. If something good happens, that just means that something bad is right around the corner.

Batman: I could be wrong.

Superman: Have you ever said that and actually meant it?

Batman: No.

Arsenal: *whispering* I’ll be discreet, I promise. I left my bazooka in the tank.

Red Hood: *rolls eyes under the helmet*