Barbara: You’re a heartless jerk!
Jason: Where did that come from?!
Jason: Oh, right. My actions.
Tag: big brother of the year
Damian: Todd.
Jason: … ?
Damian: Be careful, okay?
Jason: Do I detect actual concern for my well-being?
Damian: Screw this up and I’ll destroy you.
Jason: *smirks* That’s more like it.
Red Robin: Who are you calling?
Red Hood: My guy in the CIA.
Red Robin: You have a guy in the CIA?
Red Hood: When are you going to learn? I have a guy everywhere.
Jason: *spots Damian at the Batcomputer* Are you looking at kittens again?
Damian: No. I use Drake’s computer for that.
Superman: Red Hood. Thank you for your help. You are a valuable asset to Batman’s team.
Red Hood: Well, it would be great if you would call him and remind him of that from time to time.
Nightwing: I want to give you a hug.
Red Hood: Do you want to get tazed?
Nightwing: Pass.
When your brother visits your Blüdhaven apartment…
Dick: How cheap do you think I am?
Jason: *grabs a box from the cupboard and shakes it* Well, your cereal box says, “Cereal”.
Dick: *grabs the box and returns it to the cupboard* Generic is how you get your savings.
Breakfast at the Manor…
Duke: *listening to the birds chirping, the breeze blowing, the grass being mowed by Alfred… *
Duke: *looks around the kitchen suspiciously*
Duke: It’s quiet. Too quiet.
Duke:
Dune: *narrowly misses a birdarang, which hits and breaks a ketchup bottle, and hears two sets of footsteps – one lithe, the other heavy – barreling down the stairs and familiar voices yelling insults at each other*
Duke:
Duke: *gets up, grabs his stuff, and looks up the nearest Big Belly Burger on Waze* Suddenly it’s too loud. I preferred it when it was quiet.
Paintball war at the Manor…
Dick: *whispering* Why did the Resurrected Robins stop firing?
Tim: *listening to every sound* I don’t know… They’re probably out of ammo.
Jason: *yelling from a makeshift fort in Damian’s room* Hey, Fake-Dead Robins, we are giving you a chance to surrender!
Dick: *aims his paintball marker at the draped Batman bedsheet* Yeah, they’re definitely out of ammo.
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.
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