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.

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”.

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.

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.