Cue heavy rainfall and dramatic lighting…
Red Hood: You are beyond pathetic, Dick!
Nightwing: Who’s more pathetic? The one who sees hope to make our family whole? Or the coward who can only see the world through his own fear?
Now HUG.
Cue heavy rainfall and dramatic lighting…
Red Hood: You are beyond pathetic, Dick!
Nightwing: Who’s more pathetic? The one who sees hope to make our family whole? Or the coward who can only see the world through his own fear?
Now HUG.
Damian: You stand accused of betraying your own family as the Red Hood, Todd. How do you plead?
Jason: I plead you to shut up.
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Would you at least let him finish eating his breakfast first, Dami?
Red Hood: *walks into the Batcave and heads directly to the Medical Bay*
Tim and Damian: *yelling insults at each other*
Red Hood: *reaches out for the bandages and grimaces in pain as he straightens his bleeding leg*
Tim and Damian: *take their argument into the Medical Bay and start grabbing surgical tools to throw at each other*
Red Hood: *pulls them apart by the scruff of their necks*
Red Hood: I’ve been shot at, thrown out of an airplane and generally mistreated by a lot of bad guys. This bickering is pretty much more that I can take. I’m going outside to get some fresh air. When I get back, you two better be calmed down or we’re breaking out the ball gags.
Family Patrol Night…
Nightwing: *stares questioningly at his brothers after hearing about a mission gone awry*
Red Robin: *wiping soot off his face and picking shrapnel from his uniform* Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over there.
Red Hood: *scraping dried mud off his combat boots*
Robin: *throwing the shards that used to be his sword into a garbage can* -Tt-
Nightwing: Uh… Who are they?
Red Robin and Robin: THEY’RE BOTH JASON!
When your adoptive father has trust issues with your crimefighting methods…
Red Hood: *running through a dark alley*
Red Hood: *stops abruptly and catches his breath*
Red Hood: *rolls his eyes at his little brother, who’s in the Batjet hovering above him* I don’t need to be monitored all day long, brat. I’m not a toddler. This is stupid.
Robin [on the Comm Link]: I know you’re not, Todd, because toddlers would know that “stupid” is a no-no word.
Mission briefing…
Batman: *clears his throat loudly* So unless anybody *glares at Tim for two whole seconds* has any more mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we’re gonna stick with: the Warthog. How about it, Tim?
Red Robin: Nope. No more suggestions.
Batman: Hn. Okay, now if you’ll all –
Red Hood: *blurting out* Are you sure? How ‘bout “Big Foot”?
Red Robin: *gritting his teeth* It’s okay.
Nightwing: *trying to stifle his laughter* “Unicorn”?
Red Robin: *gripping his bo staff tighter* No, really. I’m… I’m cool.
Robin: *smirking* “Sasquatch”?
The Signal: *elbowing Tim* “Leprechaun”?
Red Robin: *elbowing Duke back and getting really annoyed* Hey, he doesn’t need any help, guys.
Spoiler: *yelling as she enters the Batcave* “Phoenix”?
Red Robin: *sighs and rubs his face in frustration* Guys.
Batman: *grinning* Barbara, what’s the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all the goats.
Batgirl: *sarcastically looking it up on the Batcomputer* Uh, that would be the Chupacabra, Bruce.
Orphan: *drops down from the ceiling* Tim, Chupa-thingy, how ‘bout that? I like it. Got a ring to it.
Red Robin: *attempts to melt onto the Batcave floor*
The way to a (geeky, crimefighting, mission-obssessed) man’s heart be like…
Tam: Tim, I understand your apprehension, but let me appeal to the detective in you.
Tam: Given the five-week end date, isn’t it the perfect opportunity to consider this an investigation and collect evidence on our compatibility?
Tim:
Tim: Don’t try to lure me in with sexy talk, woman.
Taking your circus-raised son to a gala be like…
Dick: *grabs three empty champagne flutes from a table*
Dick: Have you ever tried to juggle?
Bruce: Yes. I’m juggling my love for you and my embarrassment of you right now.
Jason: *picks up a piece of paper by the phone*
Jason: Timbo, what’s this? A phone message?
Tim: Yeah. Some dude called for you.
Jason: Who? I can’t read your handwriting.
Tim: *reads the message out loud* “You’re a big, selfish jerk.”
Jason: Okay, I know who it is.
Tim: Probably Roy.
Jason: Yup, Roy.