Taking your crush on a tour of the Manor be like…
Tam: *walking slowly around Tim’s bedroom and checking out posters of obscure rock bands on the walls*
Tam: *smirking* You know, you’re weird.
Tim: *trying to sound chill while (almost) soundlessly dumping his disguises into his cabinet, kicking weapons under his bed, and taking down case photos linked with thread and pinned to his headboard, all while Tam’s back is still to him* You have no idea.
Tag: caffeinated crusader
Flirting with a geeky, sleep-deprived, teenaged vigilante be like…
Tim: You smell like strawberries.
Tam: It’s my lip gloss.
Tim: Does it taste like it smells?
Tam: *grins* You wanna find out?
Tim: Sure!
Tam: *leans in to kiss him*
Tim: *uses a finger to wipe lip gloss off her lips, then tastes it*
Tim: Mmmm.
Watching “Dawn of the Dead” at the Manor…
Tim: See how that group of survivors barricaded themselves inside of a mall?
Jason: Yeah?
Tim: You’re what’s outside of the mall.
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And Jason’s like, “Well, he’s not wrong…”
Red Robin: *snoring loudly with half of his body sticking out of the Redbird and saliva running down his jaw*
Nightwing: How many sleeping pills did you give Tim?
Red Hood: I don’t know. Seven? Twelve?
When Batman grounds you from patrolling until you learn to get along with each other…
Red Robin: I really love you, little brother.
Robin: *throws the script at him* -Tt- We have got to get you to that acting clinic, Drake.
Red Robin: And that was with me picturing coffee.
Red Robin: I’m sorry I accused you of arson.
Red Hood: Well, I was the obvious suspect.
Bruce: What are you doing?
Alfred: *collecting all kinds of paperwork into piles and shutting down the Batcomputer*
Alfred: Depriving you of all stimuli. Time for you to get some sleep, Master Bruce.
Bruce: What? No, no. Right after you solve a case, you’re flushed with a success. We should double down with work!
Alfred: *walks away with said piles*
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Wanna bet he does the same to Master Timothy?
Tim: *wearing a Superboy t-shirt and standing majestically with his chest heaving after sprinting for dramatic effect*
Dick: *cups his hands into a voice amplifier* It’s a bird! It’s a plane!
Jason: *walks past them to grab a can of beer from the fridge* It’s super out of breath.
Tim: Happy Halloween to you, too.
Red Robin [on the comm link]: *hacking into the security cameras of the warehouse to keep an eye out for Jason* You’re in danger.
Red Hood: *dodging a samurai sword from behind him by a half an inch* Thanks, buddy. I just figured that out.
Tim [to Damian, or vice versa]: I don’t have to like you, I don’t have to be nice to you, and I can make fun of you whenever I want, because when it really comes down to it… I will always have your back.