At the Gotham City Comic Con…
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin: *in their superhero uniforms*
Duke: *blinks*
Duke: Either this is a mission, or you guys are really good at hiding your hobbies.
Tag: caffeinated crusader
Refuge at one of Red Hood’s pristine safe houses…
Nightwing: How’re you holding up?
Red Robin: Well, I’m gushing blood into a bucket because Jason doesn’t want to stain his new carpet. So… pretty great.
Rescuing your brother be like…
Robin: *successfully hacks into the mainframe and shuts down the forcefield that trapped Tim*
Red Robin: *smirks* You came back for me. You love me.
Robin: I pity you.
Jason [to Damian, about Tim]: He’s acting like the impression of him we do behind his back.
When your sleep-deprived brother’s eager to meet his date to the Wayne Foundation gala…
Tam: *walks into the ballroom*
Tim: *clumsily smoothing down his suit* No! She’s here early! How do I look?
Jason: *eyeing Tim’s ruffled hair, bruised cheek, lopsided bowtie, half-untucked dress shirt and muddy patrol boots* It’s better if you didn’t know.
Dick: *reads newspaper article about the Drake-Wayne/Fox engagement*
Dick [to Tim]: You intended to propose without telling me, your eldest and most good-looking brother?!
When your faux fiancée won’t believe how nosy your siblings can be…
Tim [to Tam]: As soon as we touch, the blinds will open, and three annoying, but lovable, misfits will be staring at us.
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And one creepy, but loveable, Batdad will be spying through binoculars from three rooftops away.
His last words before being attacked by his brothers with a bull tranquilizer gun…
Tim: *eyes red, eyelids drooping, skin pale as ash, drinking coffee with a straw* I am looking forward to hanging out at the hardware store and pestering the owner about the placement of the surveillance cameras.
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *decorating pancakes with whipped butter and blueberries*
Dick: *eating cereal while doing a one-armed handstand*
Jason: *throwing bacon bits at Dick’s face*
Tim: *enters the kitchen*
Damian: What’s that smell? *sniffs the room*
Everyone else: *stops to sniff*
Damian: Smells like sweat and anger and shame.
Tim: *with dark rings under his eyes*
Tim: *pours coffee onto the wrong end of his mug*
Tim: *sighs* Yep.
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.
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