Batman: But sleep is vital, Dick. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep.
Nightwing: *smirks* When?
Batman: When you’re not looking.
Batman: But sleep is vital, Dick. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep.
Nightwing: *smirks* When?
Batman: When you’re not looking.
(Im)patiently waiting for your brother to finish typing up his case report in the Batcave so you can finally play Laser Tag be like…
Dick: ♪ ♫ Timmmmyyyy ♩ ♬
Jason: *grooooaaannns*
Duke: *Snapchatting Tim: “1 intense birb”*
Damian: Tell me, Drake, were you born boring, or did you have to work at it?
Clearly, he’s working… at it.
Jason: Do you want the good coffee or the bad coffee?
Tim: What’s the difference?
Jason: I call one “good”, and the other, “bad".
Tim: … I’ll take the good one.
Jason: Excellent. A positive attitude will help with the horror to come!
Tim: What horror?!
Jason: Mainly the coffee.
Jay. *sighs* Your brother hasn’t slept in over 72 hours. (And you wonder why he stopped crashing at your safe house.)
Robin: *bruised and bloodied*
Robin: You said… I remember you said that you could fix this. That you could get me back. Did you say that?
Batman: I did say that, yes.
Robin: Were you lying?
Batman: No.
Robin: Were you right?
Batman: … No.
In which Bruce Wayne wakes up palpitating and sweating for the nth night in a row…
Red Hood [to Batman]: See this face, Bruce? Take a good, long look. Because this is the face that didn’t listen to a word you just said.
When your adoptive father rattles on about the missions you’ve “botched”…
Red Hood [to Batman]: Oh, please. Some of my best work comes from my worst hangovers.
Random citizen: You look gorgeous. Have you modeled before?
Dick: Well, as a child I was in an advertisement for a circus act, so.
Red Robin: I’m just sad, Bruce.
Batman: I’m… sad, too, son.
Red Robin: You wanna be sad together?
Mornings at the Manor…
Breakfast in the kitchen…
Dick [to Tim and Damian]: Jay just walked in. Here he comes, hide the bread!
Enough with the bread jokes, boys.
Robin: *driving (or, more accurately, a forehead just above the steering wheel)*
Red Hood: *in the passenger seat, looking out the window*
Red Hood: Why is everyone so non-violent here? We’re not that far from Gotham City.