Jon: Did… did you just call me a “colleague”?
Damian: I did. But I hate my colleagues.
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Jon, sweetie, don’t listen to him. And, Damian, awww! Progress.
Jon: Did… did you just call me a “colleague”?
Damian: I did. But I hate my colleagues.
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Jon, sweetie, don’t listen to him. And, Damian, awww! Progress.
Robin: Todd, I’m going to jump off this skyscraper.
Red Hood: You know, kid, as the only adult here, I feel like I should say something.
Robin: What?
Red Hood: Cool!
When your brother tries to convince you to perform a death-defying, two-man maneuver with him…
Red Hood: Dick, that’s acrobat stuff. I don’t have the expertise.
Nightwing: Jay, any idiot can be an acrobat.
Red Hood: I know, I just think –
Nightwing: I knew you thought that! I knew it.
Red Hood: You tricked me!
Superman: You have eight kids?
Batman: … That I know of.
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The World’s Greatest Detective, everybody.
Batman: *crashes through a second-story window*
Alfred: *dusting a bust* Master Bruce, the door was open.
Batman: *dusting glass shards off his suit* I know. I just love doing that.
Red Hood: *enters the Wayne Manor* I hate this place.
Damian: *shuts the door behind him* It hates you, Todd.
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Jason, we all know that is one big, fat lie. And, Damian, no.
Jason: *walks into Tim’s bedroom*
Jason: So this is where germs are born…
When you just can’t say no to a brother in need…
Nightwing: I’ll do it.
Red Hood: I knew you would. You’re very predictable.
Nightwing & Red Hood: No, I’m not.
Nightwing & Red Hood: Stop doing that!
Nightwing & Red Hood: Peanut butter egg cereal.
Dick: Uh-oh. Damian’s gonna be mad.
Tim: Yeah, well, he’s twelve and tiny. What’s he going to do? Kick my ass?
Tim’s Brain: Again?
Mornings at the Batcave…
Tim: *downing a cup of espresso* Okay, we all know why we’re here, right?
Dick: *still in just boxer shorts, yawning and shaking his head*
Jason: *groans* No. Why?
Tim: To fight Damian, the bully. That tiny tween has been tormenting all of us for years, and I for one am sick of it! I can’t promise you victory. I can’t promise you good times. But the one thing I do know –
Dick and Jason: *head back to the Manor*
Tim: Whoa! Whoa! I promise you victory! I promise you good times!