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Damian: Perhaps my kindergarten tutor was right. Perhaps I am too controlling.

Dick: Hey, Hoodie, quick question –

Jason: *exasperated* What is it with everyone and their questions this morning? “Where’d you learn to drive? Will you marry me? Why would you say that to your little brother?”

Steph: *squeals in delight* Oooh, flowers!

Jason: Look at you, having a girlie moment –

Steph: Crap on a cracker!

Jason: Aaaand she’s back.

When asked what his relationship with his adoptive father was like…

Red Hood: Batman and I hardly speak. We’re like oil and… What’s that thing that always disappoints oil? Oh, yeah, it’s me.

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: Good morning, brat who thinks I’m incompetent.

Damian: Good morning, idiot who thinks I’m lying.

Jason: I’m incompetent and a liar. I don’t get a “good morning”?

Tim: Jay, do you think I look like a possum in this shirt?

Jason: Not in that shirt. Why?

Ladies of the Batfamily: *swooning over pictures of Dick in his 80s Nightwing suit*

Red Hood: *rubs his ears*

Red Hood: I’m sorry, but when I hear an undeserved compliment, it makes my ears want to throw up.

Alfred: You stole a baby, Master Bruce?

Batman: Only for a few seconds. As it turns out, just because you put a Bat symbol on something, it doesn’t mean you get to keep it.

Alfred: Yes. I think babies have to be notarized.

Red Robin: We should tell Bruce.

Red Hood: Or we don’t tell him so he doesn’t get pissed at us again.

Red Robin: I like where this is going.

Red Hood: It’s going. That’s it. It went.

Oh, please, Mr. Timothy “I Lie to Batman” Drake.

Robin: Well, I’m different than other “children”, Father. And by “different”, I mean better!

All he said was that you couldn’t drive the Batmobile, Damian.