After meeting Tim for the first time…
Dick: Bruce, you’ve already got two strikes on your record. You adopt one more child and it’s technically a spree.
After meeting Tim for the first time…
Dick: Bruce, you’ve already got two strikes on your record. You adopt one more child and it’s technically a spree.
Damian: Is it okay if I do it for Grayson and not you?
Tim: Yeah.
Damian: Because I really like Grayson.
Jason: We know.
Batman: *coming out of the shadows* I need a favor.
Superman: What happened to “Hello! I need a favor”?
After bailing your son out of jail…
Batman: Jason, I told you to walk away. I told you to give a fake name.
Red Hood: I did, thanks very much. I’m Chareth Cutestory, a pirate lawyer. It was airtight.
Tim: *slumped on the Batcomputer keyboard*
Jason: Just to be clear: looks like he’s dead. Is he dead?
Dick: It just looks like he’s dead. He’s got, like, coffee stains on him or something. But he’s going to be fine.
Red Hood: *arrives at his top-secret safe house* Hello, safe hou –
Red Hood:
Tim: *on Jason’s bed, looking like he hasn’t slept for three days straight, still wearing his muddy patrol boots, and typing at 200 words-per-minute on his laptop*
Red Hood: What are you doing?
Tim: Oh, um, I got tired of trying to find my safe house, so I just set up shop here.
Red Hood: Oh. Okay. That’s not weird.

Family Patrol Night…
Batman: *smells a handprint on the wall*
Batman: *narrows eyes* Hn.
Red Hood [to Nightwing]: *whispering* Is it just me, or is our dad a freakin’ weirdo?
Batman: If you’re ever in the area, you’ll always have a place to stay…
Green Lantern:
Batman: In my son’s barn.
Green Lantern: There it is.
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That’s sssuming Damian’ll allow it, Hal. And, Bruce, that’s not how you “accommodate” colleagues.
Jason: Hey, Alf, could you pass me that can of beer?
Alfred: Master Jason, it’s breakfast.
Jason: … And a piece of toast?