In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…
Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.
Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!
Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.
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The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.
Imagine:Damian watching Tim (or, well, vice versa) explain himself to Bruce, Alfred, or Dick (while Jason just munches on popcorn and watches it all go down).
Batman [to a criminal]: If one more person gets killed because you’re not telling me what you know, we’re going to have a serious problem. And I don’t mean a court room problem, I mean a me-and-you personal problem.