Tag: big brother of the year

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Why Tim decided that it was last time he’d ever introduce a hybrid human-Kryptonian friend to his brothers…

Conner: You’re mocking me, aren’t you?

Jason: Oh no, no no no, no…

Damian: *suddenly points behind Conner*

Damian: SUPERBOY, LOOK! AN ALIEN!

Conner: *looks* Where?

Jason and Damian: *keel over laughing*

jasontheredhood:

Bruce: Where’s Damian?

Tim: Doing Stuff.

Bruce: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Dick?

Tim: Trying to stop Damian from doing the stuff.

Bruce: What? Where’s Jason then?

Tim: Trying to stop Dick from stopping Damian doing the stuff.

Bruce: Why are you here?

Tim: I’m here to stop you from stopping Jason from stopping Dick from stopping Damian doing the stuff.

Batman and his sons, an accurate summary.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Red Hood: Look, I don’t know who this “Jason” you’re talking about is, but it’s not me, alright? There must be, like, a billion Jasons in Gotham alone, so you’re clearly mistaken –

Alfred [on the Comm Link]: Master Jason, this chocolate bouquet on your bed addressed to *sound of a greeting card flipping open* @abundanceofopals, shall I wipe the bloodstains off of it or –

Red Hood: *shuts the Comm Link and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck* Uhhh.

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He’s blushing so hard that he’s as red as the mask covering his face, trust me. Thank you so much, @abundanceofopals! You have a nice day, too!

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Dick: *leaning over the sofa in the Wayne Manor library* Wow, Little Wing, you were asleep for a long time. What were you dreaming about?

Jason: *yawning and stretching, swiftly catching the novel that falls from his chest as he gets up* Nothing. I don’t like to dream. I try not to think while I’m sleeping.

Damian: *not looking up from the novel he’s reading at the other side of the room* That’s pretty much how you function while you’re awake, too.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Trying to get your brother to make healthier choices be like…

Nightwing: *laying the blueprint for a warehouse across the street on the rooftop deck*

Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment*

Robin: *adjusting Goliath’s leash*

Red Hood: *coughs*

Red Robin: Wait a second, are you smoking inside of your helment again?

Red Hood: What? No.

Red Hood: *tries to stifle another cough as smoke comes out of the vents in his helmet* Oops.

Nightwing: *locating Alfred on his communicator* I knew this would happen. And how many snack cakes have you had today?

Red Hood: None.

Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin: *glare at him*

Red Hood: Okay, five… or more. Baker’s dozen at most.

Robin: Do you even know how many there are in a baker’s dozen, Todd?

Red Hood: By my count? Forty-eight.