We all have that one brother…
Nightwing: *redialling Red Hood’s number for the sixteenth time in a row* Why isn’t he picking up?
Red Robin: Because he’s a jerk. Not breaking news.
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We all have that one brother…
Nightwing: *redialling Red Hood’s number for the sixteenth time in a row* Why isn’t he picking up?
Red Robin: Because he’s a jerk. Not breaking news.
Batman: *walks in on his children speaking in hushed tones and huddled by the Batcomputer, with Tim at the helm*
Red Hood: Dudes, what makes you think the old man’s not gonna know that we used his tech to do this?
Nightwing: If he does find out, I’ll handle it, okay? Aren’t you guys even the least bit curious of how many by now?
The Signal: Well, okay, I guess I am now. Let’s do this.
Robin: Father is going to be disappointed at this idiocy.
Red Robin: Pssh. Like that’s stopping you. Besides, this is the only computer on this Earth that can log on to Tumb–
Red Robin: I just got goosebumps. Guys, why did I just get goosebumps? And why isn’t anyone talking to me? Guys?
Red Robin: *slowly turns his seat*
Batman: *with narrowed eyes* Hrrrn.
Nigthwing: *smiling sheepishly* Heyyyy Bruuuuce…
Red Hood: *covering his mouth to stifle his giggling*
The Signal: We – we were just – uhhh –
Robin: I warned them, Father!
Red Robin: Why, you little – *lunges at Damian*
Nightwing: *jumps in to break Tim and Damian apart*
The Signal: *runs to the kitchen to get Alfred*
Red Hood: *takes out his phone and starts recording everything*
Batman:
Batman: *walks past his sons’ wrestling match to the Batcomputer*
Batman: *enters the password to the Tumblr account and looks at the number of followers*
Batman: Hn.
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Releasing your grandson into the wild that is the Wayne Enterprises gala…
Alfred: *straightening Dick’s bowtie* Now, Master Richard, be charming but not too charming.
Dick: That’s like asking Superman not to be too super.
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Or his adoptive father not to be too broody.
Batman: *turning on the Comm Link* Di –
Nightwing: *dropping down from the ceiling* Here I am, roguishly handsome and at your service. What do you need?
Batman: Dick, do you have any idea how worried I was?
Nightwing: Yeah, I do. I was gone for thirty-six hours. A year ago, you were gone for eight weeks.
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Yeah, Bruce.
Jason: Did I tell you I got pepper-sprayed today?
Tim: You say that like it’s a good thing.
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And that was just for entering Damian’s room.
Dick: Timmy, what would you do if you were attacked by an invisible, malevolent force?
Tim: *shrugs* I’d tell Jason to lay off the bean burritos at lunch.
When you see footage of your father, who’s bruised, bloodied, bound and being taunted by a villanous metahuman, on the Batcomputer screen…
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Alfred: *clears his throat*
Alfred: Boys, he wouldn’t want you involved –
Robin: *pulls his sword from its scabbard and releases Goliath from his cage*
Red Robin: *tracks the source of the footage and hacks into its system*
Red Hood: *reloads his guns and straps on explosives*
Nightwing: *lights up his escrima sticks* We’re already involved. We’re family, Alfred.
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I mean it’s not as if Alfred left that footage to stream for you to “accidentally” find against Batman’s orders… Right?
