Robin: *walks into the Batcave*
Red Hood: Hey, Bruce, is it Bring-Your-Brat-to-Work Day?
Red Robin: Yeah, one of those things wandered in here.
Robin: *walks into the Batcave*
Red Hood: Hey, Bruce, is it Bring-Your-Brat-to-Work Day?
Red Robin: Yeah, one of those things wandered in here.
When you know better than to incite your tiny brother’s wrath…
Jason: *chatting with Roy over the phone*
Damian: *painting a portait of Alfred*
Jason: *laughing out loud*
Damian: -Tt-
Jason: *accidentally kicks Damian’s stool while belly-laughing*
Damian: *nearly snapping his paintbrush in half*
Jason: *wheezing and wiping tears from his eyes*
Damian: Please. Stop. Making. Sounds. With your mouth, Todd.
Jason: *clears his throat, whispers something into the phone, then carefully walks out*
Getting into a fight with your charming older brother be like…
Jason: Give me one good reason I shouldn’t punch you in the face, Dick!
Dick: Glass jaw, winning smile? *winks*
Jason: *grumbles and stomps away*
It’s hard to stay mad at him.
When asked why he and Arsenal get along so well…
Red Hood: *shrugs* We get caught together, we face death together. It happens every week.
Jason: Sorry for calling you a dumb, little runt earlier.
Tim: You didn’t actually say that…
Jason: No? Wow. I’m in this mode now where I’m apologizing for thoughts that are in my head.
Damian: *gagged and strapped to the dinosaur’s leg in the Batcave*
Dick: Guys. Cut him down from there.
Jason: *looks to Tim for approval*
Tim: The kid’s a pain in the butt!
Dick: *sighs* Yeah, but he’s our pain in the butt. So, cut him down before Bruce gets back.
Intimidating Black Mask’s henchman…
*cut scenes of each of Red Hood’s weapons all over his body as he puts his clothes back on*
Henchman: *whimpers*
Red Robin: I think he gets it.
Red Hood: Just film the confessions, Red, don’t editorialize!
Red Hood: *to henchman* Do you get it?
Henchman: Yes! Please!
Red Hood: Because I swear to Batman, I will strip back down and show you all over again –
Henchman: No, I get it, I get it! You have a lotta guns –
Red Hood: And a knife, which I am going to push *mock demo* very slowly into your urethra –
Red Robin: *groans in secondhand embarrassment* Ew.
When you’re hacking into the mainframe computer of a supervillain who’s about to broadcast every superhero’s secret identity to the world…
Red Hood: We’ll just kill the Internet. Can we do that?
Red Robin: *does the slowest, most dramatic eye roll in the world*
In which Dean is Jason, and Jason is Dean, if you know what I mean.
Sneaking into your little brother’s room while he’s away on a mission with Superboy be like…
Tim: *examining the different types of blades splayed on Damian’s bed*
Jason: *tiptoeing on the carpet and looking around the room* Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if his stuff wants to kill us or not.
Red Hood: *stops trying to pick the lock on his handcuffs when he realizes that doing so only causes them to tighten even further*
Red Hood: Huh. Smart.
Red Robin: Dude, don’t compliment the bad guys.