Red Robin: *referring to Damian’s sword* Drop it, brat.

Robin: *tightening his grip* Can’t do that, Drake.

Red Hood: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Red Robin and Robin: Stay in the car!

Red Hood: Technically, I still have one foot in the car –

When asked about his strategies in mentoring Robin…

Batman: I always talk about being a great man. Maybe the way to do that isn’t by being the biggest businessman in Gotham City. It’s by –

Nightwing: *hanging upside down from the ceiling* Being the best brother in Gotham City.

Catching your brothers sneaking into Damian’s bedroom be like…

Dick: This is an unacceptable invasion of privacy! Did you read his diary too?

Jason: 

Tim:

Jason: No. We couldn’t find it. 


It’s a matter of survival, Dick. They need to know if and when the little twerp plans to attack them and how. (Come on, like you don’t know want to know what goes on inside his head, too.)

Things you’d expect by now given the Robins’ lifestyle…

Red Robin: *cradling a bleeding foot*

Nightwing: You’re gonna be okay, Tim. A lot of people get by with nine toes.

Red Hood: I’m getting by fine with eight.

When Nightwing’s away, the other Robins will play…

Jason: *holding a bound, gagged, and very bored-looking Damian upside down* Permission to drop the little twerp into a deep, dark hole, Sir?

Tim: Granted.

Damian: -Tt-

In a bar at The Bowery, Gotham City…

Red Robin: *walks in*

Red Hood: Timbers, what are you doing here all alone? There’s no one here but scoundrels, assassins, and warlords… Scum of the Earth.

Bartender: Ah, Mr. Hood, your usual?