Tim: I’m going to go talk to Bruce right now because I am emotionally mature.
Jason: Show off.
Tag: caffeinated crusader
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.

Imagine: Jason and a sleeping Tim during breakfast at the Manor.
And Alfred, somewhere in the background, yelling “Master JASON!” after opening the cupboards.

Imagine: Red Robin, to the bystander he just saved.
Rolling (rapping + trolling)…
Jason: *beatboxing*
Damian: Ain’t no party like a Tim Drake party ‘cause a Tim Drake party don’t start. *drops mic*
Red Hood: *dramatically spray-painting the words “I died” in cursive on the sidewalk next to a group of bound criminals*
Red Robin: *waiting for him to finish so they could report back to Batman* Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Red Hood: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Red Robin: *referring to Damian’s sword* Drop it, brat.
Robin: *tightening his grip* Can’t do that, Drake.
Red Hood: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –
Red Robin and Robin: Stay in the car!
Red Hood: Technically, I still have one foot in the car –
Red Robin: I’m actually an excellent hacker.
Red Hood: And I’m excellent in the field, so…
Red Robin: Maybe at Batman, Inc., but on Batman, Inc. missions you had big dossiers with all the information you could possibly need.
Red Hood: Yeah, but I never read them.
Tam: I’m sorry I yelled at you.
Tim: It was our first fight. You know, it’s a big step if our relationship were remotely real.
When you’ve got fake-engagement blues.

