incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

When you’re trying to get work done but your sons decide that the Batcave is the ideal place for a squabble…

Jason: Well, what’s the word for you, Tim? You freaked out when I said “replacement”!

Tim: Imagine that!

Jason: You imagine it!

Bruce: *slams his fist on the Batcomputer*

Bruce: Both of you! Imagine. Shutting. Up.

Jason: *walks past the secret Batcave entrance*

Jason: *pauses*

Jason: *backtracks*

Bruce: *staring pensively into the abyss*

Jason: You’re being so quiet. Are you upset or are you just rebooting?


The Batman is not amused, Hood.

Contemplating what to add to the family’s home entertainment system be like…

Tim: Quick poll: PS4 or Xbox One? Dick.

Dick: Uh, Xbox One.

Tim: Steph.

Steph: Huh?

Tim: Jason.

Jason: PS4.

Tim: Babs.

Barbara: Both great.

Tim: Bruce.

Bruce: I like the Wii.

Tim: Thanks, Grandpa.

“Reaching out” to your youngest son be like…

Bruce: I’m sorry you’re upset, son. You know, sometimes people seek the comfort of physical contact in moments like this –

Damian: Father, I am not flying back to Gotham City just so Grayson can give me a hug.


There, there, Bruce.

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *cutting down animal-shaped shrubs on the lawn with a katana*

Dick: *watches Damian through the kitchen window while eating his cereal*

Dick: *grins* His quirks just make you love him more.

Alfred: *blinks*

Alfred: *continues cooking omelettes*

Jason: *aggressively stuffs his mouth with pancakes*

Tim: *chokes on his coffee*

Bruce: *hides behind the Gotham Gazette*

Dick:

Dick: Someone please agree with me.

a-wayne-at-heart:

Bruce: Because I don’t want it in the Batmobile.

Jason: Well, what do you want me to do, Bruce?

*Jason holds up a used airsickness bag*

Jason: Just throw it out the window?

Bruce: *through gritted teeth* Obviously.

Jason: Oh.

*Jason throws the bag out the car window, hitting Damian*

Damian: TODD!

Jason: Ha, ha!

When you realize that little Robin’s not so little anymore…

Damian: I was going to spend the night with my special little lady –

Dick: *falls off the chandelier he was dangling from*

Jason: *chokes on the cigarette he was about to light up*

Tim: *wakes up*

Alfred: *accidentally pours tea on Tim*

Bruce: *freezes up*

Damian: – but she’s got worms and I had to take her to the vet.

Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, and Tim: *collective sigh of relief*