Mission briefing…
Batman: The B-52 is on the ocean floor here at a depth of 8,000 feet –
Red Hood: Or 1,333 fathoms.
Red Robin: How do you know that?
Red Hood: How do you not?
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Tim: You’re just doing this to spite me.
Damian: And?
Red Hood [to the Batfamily]: I’m finally having a good time again. I thought you guys would appreciate that.
Nightwing: We would if you were using your skills for just fighting crime instead of doing crime.
Jason: *drops two six-packs of beer on the kitchen table*
Dick: What are we celebrating?
Jason: *burps loudly* Tuesday.
Arsenal: Don’t tell me you’re a cynic.
Red Hood: I’m from Gotham City. Goes with the territory.
Batman and Superman: *watching Red Robin and Robin arguing with each other on a rooftop*
Superman: They fight like brothers.
Batman: That’s because they are.
Red Hood: *walks into the Batcave and heads directly to the Medical Bay*
Tim and Damian: *yelling insults at each other*
Red Hood: *reaches out for the bandages and grimaces in pain as he straightens his bleeding leg*
Tim and Damian: *take their argument into the Medical Bay and start grabbing surgical tools to throw at each other*
Red Hood: *pulls them apart by the scruff of their necks*
Red Hood: I’ve been shot at, thrown out of an airplane and generally mistreated by a lot of bad guys. This bickering is pretty much more that I can take. I’m going outside to get some fresh air. When I get back, you two better be calmed down or we’re breaking out the ball gags.
Superman: Think of hanging out with Hal as an opportunity to step outside your comfort zone. Try something new.
Batman: Hn. If I wanted that I’d go do Zumba.
Jason Tim’s about half a wreck, huh?
Dick: Yeah, so why do you pick on him?
Jason: I… Oh, was that not rhetorical?

Imagine: Damian as a kitten.