Tim: I’m going to go talk to Bruce right now because I am emotionally mature.
Jason: Show off.
Tim: I’m going to go talk to Bruce right now because I am emotionally mature.
Jason: Show off.
Tim: *carefully running his hands over the dusty velvet Davenport in the Manor living room*
Bruce: …
Alfred: …
Dick: …
Damian: *smirks*
Jason: *shrugs* The Vicodin seems to be working. He claims that it makes the furniture feel friendly.
Jason, this is not what your adoptive father meant when he asked you to watch over your sleep-deprived, younger brother while they were gone.
Damian: *puts on noise-cancelling earphones after overhearing Bruce and Dick yelling at each other*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: I hate it when father and father fight.
Batman: Don’t do that, Dick. Not that look. Please. Don’t give me the sad eyes.
Nightwing: Please?
Batman: No. I’m not looking. I’m driving.
Nightwing: Come oooon.
Batman: You were never able to do this look before Damian came along. What did he do to you?
Truth be told, Dick didn’t even realize that he’d been doing it, that his youngest brother’d been using it on him all along like the tiny master manipulator that he was, and that he’d picked up the habit.
When you get informally adopted to a family of nightstalking vigilantes…
Duke: There’s something very odd here…
Jason: Yeah, but you’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that for those of us whose entire lives are odd.
Red Hood: *wiping blood away from his busted lip* You made one big mistake, you ancient dirtbag.
Ra’s al Ghul: And what was that?
Red Hood: You pissed off your grandson.
Robin: *spits out a broken tooth and cracks his knuckles*
Visiting one of your brother’s Gotham City safe houses be like…
Jason: Something’s buggin’ me…
Tim: Yeah. Me, too. There’s a human skull in your living room.
It’s for those days when he’s all broody and has to deal by acting out “Hamlet”. Like, duh, Timmy.
Discussing how to take down a criminal with an IQ of 145…
Red Hood: Timmy, we’re smarter than he is!
Red Hood: Well, you’re smarter. You’re the smartest person in the world. Ever. I mean, since the beginning of time.
Nightwing: You’re brilliant!
Red Hood: Of course I am! Why is everyone always surprised by that?
Jason: Yeaaaaah. Can’t eat pie that fast or you’ll cramp. That is a science.
Tim: Someday I would love to live in a world governed by your rules of physics.
Also, he’s only had three hours of sleep in four days. He can do whatever the heck he wants, Jay.