Sending your brothers off to a mission when you’re stuck doing monitor duty at the Batcave be like…

Red Hood: Good luck, everyone. I packed you all lunches for the trip.

Nightwing: Thanks, Jay. That was really nice of you.

Red Robin: Not really. All my bag had was an air filter and a thermos full of brake fluid.

Robin: *peeks into his own lunch bag* Tt.

Red Hood: Don’t forget to wash your exhaust pipe every day!

Jason: Timbo, when you think you’re dreaming, you don’t punch somebody else. You get somebody else to punch you.

Tim: Dude, it doesn’t matter what kind of dream I’m having, I am not going to ask you to punch me.

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Bruce: Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite Robin?

Dick: Bruuuuce. Come on!

Bruce: I think instinctively you must know…

Dick: I mean, it’s like…

Bruce: I mean you’ve gotten away with everything…

Dick: *giggles* Bruce, you don’t have to say that…

Bruce: You’ll always be my little bo–

Door: *thud thud thud*

Batman: *muffled* Nightwing, get up. It’s time for patrol.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

And it had been such a nice dream, too.

Paintball war at the Manor…

Dick: *whispering* Why did the Resurrected Robins stop firing?

Tim: *listening to every sound* I don’t know… They’re probably out of ammo.

Jason: *yelling from a makeshift fort in Damian’s room* Hey, Fake-Dead Robins, we are giving you a chance to surrender!

Dick: *aims his paintball marker at the draped Batman bedsheet* Yeah, they’re definitely out of ammo.

Tim: Dick, we have a problem.

Dick: Guys, I am not your mother, so don’t come tattling to me every time one of you does something that the other one doesn’t like.

Tim: I’m telling you, he’s crazy. He keeps threatening me and talking in a scary voice.

Damian: No I didn’t.

Tim: Oh, so you’re saying you didn’t threaten to cut my hair off and give it to Ra’s as a birthday present?

Damian: You know, Drake, I think you’re taking my words a little out of context.

Tim: What?! What context?!

Breakfast at the Manor…

Duke: *listening to the birds chirping, the breeze blowing, the grass being mowed by Alfred… *

Duke: *looks around the kitchen suspiciously*

Duke: It’s quiet. Too quiet.

Duke:

Dune: *narrowly misses a birdarang, which hits and breaks a ketchup bottle, and hears two sets of footsteps – one lithe, the other heavy – barreling down the stairs and familiar voices yelling insults at each other*

Duke:

Duke: *gets up, grabs his stuff, and looks up the nearest Big Belly Burger on Waze* Suddenly it’s too loud. I preferred it when it was quiet.

At the Titans Tower…

Conner: *watching in mild amusement as Tim and Damian tear each other apart with words*

– 4 hours later –

Conner: *yawning* How do you ever get anything done if all you ever do is argue with each other?

Damian: *stares menacingly at him, reaching for the Kryptonite spray in his pocket* 

Tim: We don’t! That’s part of our charm! Quit messing it up! *slams the door on Conner and continues his screaming match with his little brother*

In the Batplane…

Batman:

The Flash:

Batman:

The Flash: *shuddering*

Batman: You okay?

The Flash: *still trying to get over seeing Red Robin and Robin in action only a few moments back*

The Flash: You convinced two healthy kids to jump out of a plane. Is that even legal?