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About his family’s penchant for secret identities…

Red Hood: We’re so off the grid that I think we’re back on the grid.

The thing is, this is… pretty canon.

Kid Flash [to witness]: I was gonna ask you the same question, Ma’am…

Nightwing: Dude, this woman just witnessed a crime…

Kid Flash: *grinning* Yeah, a crime in progress. She’s stealing my heart, but I ain’t pressing charges.

Dick: *reads newspaper article about the Drake-Wayne/Fox engagement*

Dick [to Tim]: You intended to propose without telling me, your eldest and most good-looking brother?!

Damian: Keep pissing me off and I’m gonna rip your heart out, Drake, and that’s an organ you need!

Tim: *sips coffee* Actually, that’s a muscle.

Damian: Whatever!

You’re technically both right (it’s a muscular organ), but carry on.

Nightwing: *accidentally sits on his own cellphone*

Kid Flash: *reads text message from bestbrobin: “Ey, Wal”*

Kid Flash: *smirks* Creepiest butt-text ever.

And the mystery that is Richard John Grayson’s gluteal muscles goes on…

Why the Robins steer clear of their tiny, flu-ridden brother…

Damian: *teary-eyed, sniffling, and lying in bed, covered in a blanket from head to toe*

Damian: *pulls out a katana* Rub my back at a medium, gentle pace, Todd.

Moments that make you go, “Now’s not the time, Jason”…

Thugs: *shooting at them from every direction*

Red Hood [to Red Robin]: Before I use you as a human shield, there are some things I need to say.

Nightwing: *walking away from a very intoxicated Kid Flash, who had apparently discovered a special beer formulated for speedsters*

Wonder Girl: … ?

Nightwing: He’s been grilling me about where circus performers go when they die.

Arsenal: Jason, our friendship is built on lies?!

Red Hood: … And laughter, and stalking criminals, and love.

Red Hood: Alfred says I might have a concussion. I wasn’t able to pick up the little brat from school this morning. Oh, and get this, I have a concussion!