When you ask your brother for his honest opinion…

Dick: *makes a three hundred and sixty-degree turn wearing his 80′s Nightwing costume and whips his ponytailed hair*

Jason: Hmm. Culturally, it’s unacceptable, but theatrically, it’s dynamite! *ducks as an escrima stick is thrown at him*

When your faux fiancée won’t believe how nosy your siblings can be…

Tim [to Tam]: As soon as we touch, the blinds will open, and three annoying, but lovable, misfits will be staring at us. 

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And one creepy, but loveable, Batdad will be spying through binoculars from three rooftops away.

At the Wayne Manor attic…

Dick: *dramatically walks out from behind a dusty, old cabinet wearing his 80’s Nightwing suit*

Jason: *clears his throat loudly*

Tim: *standing absolutely still but with shoulders shaking*

Damian: *jaw drop*

Duke: *eyes wide, covering his mouth*

Dick: You guys think I’m some sort of a joke!

Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke: *break into a fit of laughter*

Jason: *wiping tears off his eyes* This isn’t disproving that theory.

Visiting your brother at Blackgate Penitentiary to give him a top secret escape code be like…

Tim: *stares at a bearded Jason through the glass partition*

Jason: *stares back*

Tim: *smirks*

Jason: *grins and takes the phone off the hook*

Tim: *follows suit*

Jason: Do you know how long someone who is as sarcastic as I am would last in prison? Suuuuuuch a long time.


Oh, he’ll last alright, but for completely different reasons.

In the middle of a firefight and they’re horribly outnumbered…

Red Hood: What do you want me to do? *cocks both guns*

Robin: Stay alive, Todd… or don’t!

Red Hood: I’m on it! *jumps into the fray*


*shakes head* Robins.   

Discussing how to get back at your bully of a tiny brother…

Jason: Why don’t you give Damian one of those pills you take? That’ll make him give up on his dreams.

Tim: Relaxarex doesn’t make you give up on your dreams! That’s a side effect!

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In which Jason’s jaw drops. That’s a real thing? I was kidding, Timbo… C’mere, let me – stop pushing – let me hug you.