Jason: As you may know, for the past two years, B and I have engaged in an epic battle of wits. The goal? To determine who must call the other an amazing detective-slash-genius.

Bruce: The first year, by sheer dumb luck, Jason eked out a feeble victory.

Jason: And last year I let the boss win because he’s old and sad.

Dick wearing his old “discowing” uniform…

Damian: Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.

Dick: But… but…

Tim: Yeah, what are you supposed to be, a sassy car mechanic?

Jason: No, come on, he’s clearly the rejected Pop-Tarts mascot, Hairy Pop-Tart.

Dick: I am not! You know who I am!

Bruce: Boys, that’s enough. You’re making Dick feel bad on purpose. He’s Elvis…

Dick: Not even close!

Bruce: … Elvis Stojko, the Canadian figure skater.

Dick: No!!!!

a-wayne-at-heart:

After taking down a group of thugs…

Batman: I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately? My butler says he hasn’t seen me smile in weeks.

Commissioner Jim Gordon: How much did you smile before that?

Batman: Constantly.

And somewhere back at the Manor, Alfred chokes on his tea.

After taking down a group of thugs…

Batman: I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately? My butler says he hasn’t seen me smile in weeks.

Commissioner Jim Gordon: How much did you smile before that?

Batman: Constantly.

And somewhere back at the Manor, Alfred chokes on his tea.