Why Jon’s no longer allowed to hang out at the Manor…

Jason: You don’t make a shiv out of a knife.

Tim: Yeah. You make a shiv out of a rusty spoon or a shard of glass.

Jason: Or a human femur.

Tim: Exactly. Be creative.

Jon: 0_0

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And Damian’s like, “You two idiots did this on purpose!”.   

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.

Growing pains…

Tim: *frowning as he examines his reflection on the bathroom mirror* Hey, Jay, can you see this?

Jason: What pimple?


Good job, Jay. We know you meant well, but you just made your brother ten times more grateful that his cowl covers half his face.

Damian [on the Comm Link]: *sniffling and sneezing*

Damian: Why are you trying to turn this into a fight, Grayson? I called to yell at you for getting me sick.

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: Take care. Bye. *click*

Nightwing: *grinning* I love you, too.

Tim: *wearing a Superboy t-shirt and standing majestically with his chest heaving after sprinting for dramatic effect*

Dick: *cups his hands into a voice amplifier* It’s a bird! It’s a plane!

Jason: *walks past them to grab a can of beer from the fridge* It’s super out of breath.

Tim: Happy Halloween to you, too.