Jason: Dick isn’t the only hottie living in the Manor. I washed the Batmobile in my old Robin shorts the other day. I definitely felt eyes on me.


Yes. Those were Damian’s. Right before he vomited.

Also, those scaly spandex briefs (leotards?) sure are stretchable.

At Red Hood’s safe house…

Jason: *heaving and clutching at his chest*

Jason, to Damian, who’s clinging to the ceiling like a spider: What have I said about you sneaking up on me? I could’ve been shaving. This could’ve been a Sweeney Todd moment!

Tim: *walks in on Dick and Jason excitedly discussing the previous night’s events*

Tim: *wiping dried-up drool off from his face and onto his coffee-stained pajamas*

Tim: What party?

Jason: Aw. The two saddest words in the English language.

Dick and Barbara: *watching Damian jump from one gigantic memento to another in the Batcave*

Barbara: He is kind of adorable.

Dick: I know! Isn’t he? Remember when Jason was like this?

Jason: What the heck do you people say when I’m not here?

Jason: Let me tell you about a little innovation called “Netflix”. You’ll never miss another movie again.

Tim: Really?

Jason: I swear. You pick a film on your computer. Three days later, there’s a disc in your mailbox. You gotta stay up with technology, Timbo!

Tim: Gee. Thanks.

Jason: *cockily walks away*

Tim [to Dick]: Can you believe he doesn’t know about streaming? If I ever get that out of touch, kill me.


That’s what being in a coffin for a long time can do to you, Timmy.

Looking at Gotham City crime rate statistics on the Batcomputer…

Jason: Man, a thirty-five percent increase!

Tim: It’s actually thirty-four point two percent.

Jason: Thirty-four point two percent.

Jason: *in a robotic voice, doing a robotic walk* I am Timothy, the Numbers Robot.

When asked how he spent time with his brothers yesterday…

Jason: The dentist pulled my tooth out. It’s always a good idea to demonstrate to the guys that you are capable of withstanding a tremendous amount of pain.

Jason: Plus, it’s always fun to see Tim faint.