(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…

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.