Jason: *shakes head* Why are you like this?
Tim: *wearing a cowboy hat and riding on the giant dinosaur’s head in the Batcave* Caffeine, baby!
Tag: caffeinated crusader
Tim Drake: Initiate Phase 2.
Bart Allen: I forgot what Phase 2 is, but I’ll assume we just run in like we discussed.
Tim Drake: Affirmative.
Bart Allen: I’ll assume that means “yes”.
Tim Drake: Roger.
Bart Allen: My name’s Bart.
When asked about his stress levels at being the CEO of Wayne Enterprises…
Tim: *laughs heartily* I’ve only slept nine hours over the past four days.
Tim: *wipes tears off his eyes* So I’m right on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Tim: *bites into something*
Tim: This isn’t a bagel.
Because surveilling is caring…
Jason [to Tim]: Did you really put Tam under surveillance before you asked her out? Timbo, I underestimated you.
“How (Not) to Flirt” by Timothy Jackson Drake…
Tim: You know, Tam, we make such a good team. Maybe we could enter a couple of Halo tournaments sometime.
Tam: Or we could just have a life… ?
Mission briefing…
Red Robin: Understood?
Nightwing: *double thumbs up*
Robin: *salutes*
Red Hood: *turns off Spotify streaming in his helmet*
Red Hood: Okay, I’m just nodding here and pretending like I have some idea of what you’re talking about.
Tim: I’m going to go talk to Bruce right now because I am emotionally mature.
Jason: Show off.
Red Hood and Red Robin: *wounded, out of weapons, and crouching behind crates as armed henchmen close in on them from every corner*
Red Hood: *grins*
Red Robin: Jason, “I could take out those guys” isn’t a plan.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: *drinking his twelfth cup of coffee* If Jerry the Turkey didn’t belong in the oven, then why did he fit?
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In which Dick and Jason race to save their little brother’s beloved pet (lest the War of the Century begin in the Wayne household).
Cleaning up the Batcave (as punishment from Alfred for partying too hard in there with the other Titans)…
Dick [to Jason]: Hey, you missed a spot.
Jason [pointing at Tim’s face]: So did you.