When your father and grandfather leave you and your brothers alone at the Manor…

Damian: *sees “52 missed calls” on his cellphone screen*

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: How irresponsible do they think we are?

Jason: *shrugs* Sometimes Alfred leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list.

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *walks into the kitchen and sees Tim splayed on the kitchen counter, bruised and bloodied, and in a singed Red Robin uniform*

Damian: Pennyworth, do we have to put the trash on the counter? I take my afternoon tea here.

Alfred: *cutting off Dick’s atrocious ponytailed hair*

Tim: *walks into the Batcave, wiping the sleep from his eyes*

Tim: *yawns* What’s going on, Alfred? Are we poor?


Nah. He just didn’t have enough patience to bring your brother all the way to the barber, Timmy. The tail had to go.

Things that earn you “The Look” from Alfred…

Alfred: *adjusting Jason’s bow tie and dusting off his tuxedo*

Jason: Do I have to tuck my shirt in? Because, honestly, that’s kind of a deal-breaker.

Alfred: *narrows eyes*


The ensuing fear in Jason’s eyes… Man.