Red Hood [to Batman]: You may be right, but that does not make me wrong!
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Guess who won the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissiors battle to not take care of a flu-ridden Batman on patrol night (while Alfred’s on vacation)…
Dick: *hurriedly changing into his Nightwing suit*
Dick [to Jason, Tim, and Damian]: I survived Bruce for over 75 years. You guys can handle him for one itty bitty night.
Green Lantern: Batman’s a good friend to have.
Green Lantern: …
Green Lantern: If you’re being hunted down by mobsters or thugs or aliens from another planet.
Red Hood [to Batman]: Did your cowl come with that scowl? Or was that extra?
Lighten up, Bruce! There’s no need to tell Clark to keep Bizarro from hanging out with your son.
Chatting with a rogue you just caught to pass the time while en route to Arkham Asylum be like…
Harley: … non-familial relationships.
Batman: Hn. Why didn’t you just say “friends”?
Harley: I gots the diplomas, Bats! I like to use ‘em.
Why Batman got the ol’ silent treatment during patrol that night…
Four hours ago, at a Wayne Foundation gala…
Senator: You have wonderful sons, Mr. Wayne.
Bruce: Yes, I do. But Dick, Tim, and Damian must never learn of them.
Senator and Bruce: *pompous laughter*
Dick, Tim, and Damian: …
Batman:
Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:
Batman: I’m –
Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *grapple-hook away*
Lighten up, boys. It was just one glass of champagne too many.
Also, Jason’s legally dead, so he’s like, “Meh”.
Independence from your adoptive father be like…
Nightwing [to Batman]: After all these years, I finally move out of the Manor, and within two days, I burn my new apartment down. You can’t write this stuff.
Batman: *runs after a parademon and into a boomtube*
Robin: *watches in horror as the boomtube closes*
The Flash:
Green Lantern:
The Flash: He left his kid here! He’s got to come back!
Green Lantern: Would you come back for that kid?
The Flash: He’s never coming back.
All kidding aside, we know how far Bruce would go to get Damian back.
Red Hood [to Batman]: My past is divided between things I can’t remember and things I don’t want to, and you’re both!
Mornings at the Manor…
Jason: *cooking*
Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*
Dick: *balancing a pile of saucers on his index finger*
Tim: *fast asleep and drooling on the kitchen table*
Damian: *feeding Titus*
Alfred: *picks up the recipe book Jason’s using*
Alfred: “Cooking for Dummies”, Master Jason?
Jason: No offense, Timbo! I’m actually cooking for everybody.