Patrol gone awry…

Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*

Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*

Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*

Nightwing: So… What happened out there?

Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.

Nightwing: Who’re they?

Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.

Stakeout… 

Red Hood: *watching Black Mask’s movements through binoculars*

Red Robin: Jay, do you like being alone with me right now?

Red Hood: *adjusting his riflescope* Nah. This is horrifying.

Red Robin: I don’t like being alone with me either. 


In which Jason immediately packs up their gear and takes his brother to a bar instead. (Granted, Tim won’t drink, but they can at least talk things out?)

Batman: You don’t need a mom or dad because you have my number and you can call me anytime –

Superman: *drags Batman away from the black-haired, blue-eyed boy and apologetically takes back the calling card he’d handed to the 8-year-old* 

When asked about his Robin training regime…

Batman: I leave him all the tools he needs. It’s “do or die”. If he chooses correctly, he’ll conquer the hornets.

Superman: And if he doesn’t?

Batman: He’ll die.

Superman: I… beg your pardon?

Batman: When did the phrase “do or die” become so corrupted, Clark?


If you ever wondered why Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were so impossibly skilled. (May have been a cakewalk for Damian, though.)