When your brother tells you to butt out of his fights…
Jason: It’s not my problem, Tim? I’m the one who had to go between you and Damian’s sword.
Tag: big brother of the year
Tam: *entering the Wayne Enterprises building*
Tim: *fidgeting with his double-breasted suit*
Tim: *closes his eyes for a second, then exhales*
Tim: Do I look okay?
Jason: Timbo, she waved at you, she smiled. Clearly her standards aren’t that high.
Tim: Right, thanks.
Tim: If I were sleep-deprived, could I do this?
Jason: Uhhh. What are you doing?
Tim: Cartwheels. Am I not doing them?
Jason: *shakes head and walks away*
Damian: *watching Conner and Jon play catch in midair* I want a brother.
Jason: You can have mine *gestures to Tim*, but he’s kind of an idiot.
Dami, three not enough for you?
If the Robins had their own version of “Battle for the Cowl” (and how Jason’s going to win it)…
Jason: Listen, don’t let him “probie” you.
Damian: What?
Jason: I’ve been there, Dames. Tim’s going to pull rank.
Damian: *runs to find Tim* I can handle him!
Jason: *shouts after him* Watch your back, kid!
Jason: *snickers*
Battle for the Domino Mask?
Who needs TV when you’ve got family?
Dick: *brings in freshly popped popcorn from the kitchen*
Jason: *plumps up two beanbags on the floor*
Dick: *sinks into a beanbag* I love watching Tim and Damian try to work together.
Jason: *munching on popcorn* Yeah, it’s like if Alien and Predator decided to go partners in a Jamba Juice.
Regaling your older brother with stories from your Poetry Class be like…
Damian: … and, one night, we spoke only in lines from famous poems, Todd.
Jason: Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.
Damian: Hn. Emily Dickson?
Jason: Nah. I was just describing my day.
Tim: Jason is more than a brother to me. He’s the reason I get up in the morning because he injects coffee into the back of my head at six in the morning.
Jason, nuh-uh *confiscates syringe*. And, Timothy, why?
Jason: Look, I’ll tell you whatever you want so long as you get me some batarangs from your father’s stash.
Damian: I’m ten, not stupid.
Jason: Look, I’ll tell you whatever you want so long as you get me some batarangs from your father’s stash.
Damian: I’m ten, not stupid.