Red Hood: Your family always welcomed strays.
Batman: You were never a stray. –
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JUST HUG ALREADY. Sheesh.
Tag: big brother of the year
At Midnighter’s safe house after a successful mission…
Batwing: So, Lucas, can we have a keg party here?
Midnighter: Yeah, sure. I’m cool with it. That’s me, “cool dad”.
Agent 37: Yeah. Lucas’s the coolest. *high-fives Midnighter*
Red Hood: Yeah, Lucas. *high-fives Midnighter*
Red Hood: Would you be my dad?
* Both laugh *
Red Hood: No, really.
* Both laugh *
Red Hood: No, I’m serious.
Jason and Luke trying to get into a Gotham City nightclub on their patrol night off…
Bouncer: Okay, you’re in.
Jason: Word.
Bouncer: Uh! *stops Jason from taking another step* You’re out.
Luke [to Jason]: Let me handle this.
Luke [to bouncer]: Look man, homie here is a little out of his mizzle, so I’m just saying for just a little dizzle, if you let him up in this pizzle, he’ll be all chizzle.
Bouncer:
Bouncer: You out, too.
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Trying just a liiiittle too hard there, Batwing.
Dick: *proudly showing off his perfectly fitted, new Nightwing suit from Wayne Tech* I even picked out a nice outfit –
Jason: Oh. Why didn’t you wear it?
Teaching your little brother (who was raised by assassins in a mountain far away) about sports be like…
Dick: *setting up the rims and nets*
Jason: *dribbling the balls*
Tim: *configuring the shot clock*
Damian: *putting on his cleats* I’ve never played basketball. I’m certain I’ll pick it up. Who’s going to be goalie?
Tim: *tightening his tie and straightening out his double-breasted suit in front of a mirror*
Tim: I’m going to the movies with Tam. I don’t want her to think I think it’s a date.
Jason: Do you think it’s a date?
Tim: *clipping his cuff links and shining his black Oxford shoes* No, but she might think I think it’s a date, even though I don’t.
Jason: Or you might think she thinks you think it’s a date, even though she doesn’t.
Tim: *grooming his hair* Are we overthinking this?
Jason: *handing him a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates* Not at all.
Expectation vs. Reality…
[Expectation] Dick: Bruce, I know what you’re going to say, and believe me, I totally agree with you. There is no excuse for what I did. It was idiotic, immature, totally reckless, and I’m really sorry. I’m just hoping against hope that you will give me another chance, which I admit I don’t deserve. If you could just find it in your heart to forgive me, I know I could earn your trust back.
[Reality] Jason: It’s not like it was even the Batmobile!
Torn apart furniture. Food and some sort of ink (or is that blood?) smeared all over the walls and carpets. A scorched living room ceiling. Tim tries to explain what happened to a visiting Conner…
Tim: It would take hours to explain the psychology of this event, so I’ll just simplify.
Tim: *points at Damian* “Dynamite”.
Tim: *points at Jason* “Kid with matches”.
Dick [to Tim]: I don’t believe it…. You’ve turned into Bruce!
Tim: Yeah? Well, sometimes Bruce’s right.
Jason: You take that back!
When you’re trying to turn over a new leaf but your brothers miss the “chaotic-but-fun” you…
Jason: What is that?
Tim: *wiggles his eyebrows* Looks like a fuse.
Jason: All right, what exactly are you planning?
Dick: We’re planning to get you back. We want our brother back, the way he used to be.
Damian: Todd, we are well aware of how much you used to like fire, explosions…
Damian: *hands Jason a lighter*
Jason: *stares at it*
Jason: Nice try. That was a long time ago.
Tim: Really?
Jason:
Jason: *looks at the fuse again*
Jason: So, where does this go?
Dick: Well, I suppose you could find out by crawling over the fence and following the fuse. Or you could find out… *grinning* the Jason way.
Tim: We’re sure that you’ll make the right decision.
Jason: Guys, I’m telling you. Things are different now! I’m an adult, I have responsibilities. I’m just not a sixteen-year-old maniac anymore who –
Jason: *hears a click, then sees that his hand has already flicked the lighter on and is holding it to the fuse*
Jason: Huh. Interesting.