incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Guess who lost the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissors battle to not accompany Damian gift shopping?

Damian [to employee]: If I were to give you this gift basket, based on that action alone, and no other data, infer and describe the hypothetical relationship that exists between us.

Employee: Excuse me?

Damian: Here. *hands gift basket to employee* Now, are we friends, colleagues, lovers? Are you my grandmother?

Employee: I don’t understand what you’re talking about, and you’re making me a little uncomfortable.

Jason: *grabs Damian by the scruff of his neck*

Jason: See, sounds just like you and Raven. We’ll take it.

Jason: *takes the gift basket and drags Damian away*

Robin: *puts on kryptonite-lined gloves*

Robin: Crab claw.

Superboy: Ow! Did you just pinch my arm?!

Robin: Yes. Does it make you mad?

Superboy: I don’t know, it was kind of a–

Robin: Crab claw!

Superboy: Ow! What are you doing?!

Robin: I’m moving to California to lead the Teen Titans, and by pinching your arm I’m making you feel angry instead of overwhelmed with grief that I’m leaving.

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Damian, that is not how you – *sighs*

How to stay moisturized during freezing patrol nights in Gotham City…

Nightwing: *carefully pouring liquid from a tiny bottle onto his finger, then gently dabbing some of it on his lips* I’m telling you, Jay. Olive oil.

Red Hood: *grimaces* Dick, just because it’s good on salad it doesn’t mean it’s good on your lips.

Red Hood: If you bring sarcasm my way, baby, prepare to be stung.

Nightwing: Jay…

Red Hood: So’s your face!

Red Robin: That doesn’t even make any sense.

Red Hood: “So’s your face” always makes sense.

Robin: -Tt- Todd, that’s stupid.

Red Hood: So’s your face! Man, I am on fire!

When your youngest brother’s mother drops by for a visit…

Talia: *grinning while running her fingers along her sword’s blade*

Red Robin: *whispering* Okay, this woman is horrifying, so don’t panic.

Red Hood: *scoffs* I’ll be fine.

Red Robin: I was talking to myself.

Tim: Do we have any coffee left, Alfred?

Alfred: I’m afraid not, Master Timothy.

Tim: Oh. Isn’t that just the pickle on the giant crap sandwich that is my day?

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It’s, like, 7:45 AM, Tim.