Sparring sessions at Wayne Manor…

Jason: *coming out of the training room and cradling a broken arm* I can’t believe we just got beat up by a girl.

Tim: *following soon after and massaging his sore jaw* Let’s never speak of this again.

Cass: *grinning from ear to ear*

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Damian: *walks away after insulting Jason*

Jason: He’s a mean kid.

Tim: So, what? You’re mean, too.

Jason: Yes, but not to you!

Tim: Yesterday you told me my head was too big for my neck.

Jason: That was… constructive criticism.

Tim: Well, what am I supposed to do about it, Jay?!

Jason: As a brother, my job is only to point things out.

When your sleep-deprived, teenaged brother won’t come out of his room for three days straight…

Jason: *flips the light open*

Tim: *hisses*

Jason: You’re indoors and it’s dark. Take off the sunglasses. You look stupid.

Nightwing: *fidgeting with his suit, stretching the fabric in, um, certain places*

Red Hood: Just suck in your gut.

Nightwing: What gut?

Red Hood: The little pouch where you keep Alfred’s cookies.

Nightwing:

Red Hood:

Nightwing: *pouts and backflips away*

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Not cool, Li’l Wing. Not cool.