Superman: *knocking on the Batcave wall* Excuse me, Bruce, do you have a second?
Batman: Clark, what did I tell you about my open-door policy? I don’t have one.
Superman: *knocking on the Batcave wall* Excuse me, Bruce, do you have a second?
Batman: Clark, what did I tell you about my open-door policy? I don’t have one.
Batman: *holding Damian by the scruff of the neck*
Robin: *growling and attempting to free himself*
Batman: This is, uh… *clears his throat* This is my son.
Wonder Woman: Your offspring is adorable! May I keep him?
Nightwing: *panting after having sprinted from across the hall* NO! No, you – you certainly may n-not!
When Bruce returned from “death”…
Dick: Well, well. If it isn’t Batman himself. Great to see you back in the Batcave, Bruce!
Bruce: Yes.
Dick: There it is, that classic Wayne/Grayson banter. Zingers just flying around. It’s like you never left!
Bruce: No, I most definitely left.
Batman: Jason, what have I told you about staying out past your curfew?
Robin: *shuts the textbook he’s reading*
Robin: *sighs* That I need to do it more often.
At the Watchtower…
Justice League: *watching surveillance, Youtube, and news footage on the mainframe computer*
Batman: *walks into the room and sees Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, and Lark (and a bunch of burning buildings and screaming citizens) on the screen*
Superman: *arms crossed*
Wonder Woman: *hands on hips, shaking her head*
Aquaman: *raises an eyebrow*
The Flash: *wide-eyed*
Green Lantern: *biting his lip to suppress a smirk*
Cyborg: Wo-ho-hoooooo.
Batman: Hn.
Batman: Whatever they did, add it to my tab.
Batman: *walks out*
Artemis: Look, I’ll tell you something else. I mean, Batman is a text-book, closed-off, alpha male. You can try forever, but you’re never going to get that hug that you really want.
Red Hood: Uh, excuse me, I’m not a child. I’m a grown man.
Red Hood’s Brain: And I’ll get that hug!
As closed-off as he seems, Bruce loves hugging his kids (yes, ‘tis canon). And Jason has gotten and does get his share, even in adulthood. It’s just that they both tend to act as if it’s not a thing they long for from each other.
When your fiancé would rather be on patrol than go cake tasting…
Selena: Bat, we’re getting married tomorrow! Meow!
Bruce: Hrrrn…
Selena: Why aren’t you excited?
Bruce: Because, Cat, we’ve been here for an hour and you’ve already said it thirteen times.
Selena: But we’re getting married tomorrow!
When your fiancé would rather be on patrol than go cake tasting…
Selena: Bat, we’re getting married tomorrow! Meow!
Bruce: Hrrrn…
Selena: Why aren’t you excited?
Bruce: Because, Cat, we’ve been here for an hour and you’ve already said it thirteen times.
Selena: But we’re getting married tomorrow!
When your tough-as-nails, alpha-male best friend gets antsy…
Clark: *plugging both his ears with his fingers* Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. I can’t talk right now. I’m at your wedding!
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His super hearing can’t save you know, Bruce. He really wants you to go through with this. Now, stop muttering and finish getting dressed.
Artemis: Look, I’ll tell you something else. I mean, Batman is a text-book, closed-off, alpha male. You can try forever, but you’re never going to get that hug that you really want.
Red Hood: Uh, excuse me, I’m not a child. I’m a grown man.
Red Hood’s Brain: And I’ll get that hug!