When your adoptive son gets insecure…

Bruce: Dick, I wasn’t prepared to raise a kid like you. There’s no manual on how to raise a child who just lost both his parents. If there were, I would have read it a hundred times, cover-to-cover, because I loved you from the moment you stepped into the Manor. I just didn’t know how to show you.


… So you just encouraged him to fight crime alongside you? (Also, be careful, Batman. Declarations of love to Nightwing earn you the biggest tackle-hugs.)   

When you’re at a comic book store and all a teeny four-year-old (?) boy seems to recognize is “Batman!”. (And some Spiderman, too.)

Yes, sweetheart. That’s Batman. And Batman is a poppa who loves him some babies. So, watch out.

After giving Batman a status update…

Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: I’d take my comms out, too, if I were you. He sounded mad.

Red Hood: *click*

Red Robin: *click*

Robin: -Tt- *click*


Wow. You boys didn’t even give it a second thought.

Mission debriefing…

Batman: *scrolling through the previous night’s news headlines on the Batcomputer*

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin:

Batman: *sighs*

Red Hood: What could we do? It’s not like we could just walk into a criminal enterprise and start looking around.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin: *erupt in obnoxious laughter*


Keep your father’s white hairs coming, boys. Keep ‘em coming.

The Flash: My life expectancy is at ninety years. My life is more than a third over.

Batman: Want to trade?


Because it really does seem that Bruce’s life expectancy is infinity. (Also, you could just keep traveling back in time, Bar.)

Dropping the Robins off at Gotham Academy…

Alfred: *wipes away tears and sighs* Your first day at your father’s former school.

Bruce: Tim, have fun. Jason, don’t!


He just doesn’t want you to end up expelled like he did. (Also, are you sure you want Tim to have “fun” at a place full of conspiracies, Bruce? Also-also, you know that Jason’s idea of fun is scouring the library for classics, right?)