Jason: Timbo, when you think you’re dreaming, you don’t punch somebody else. You get somebody else to punch you.
Tim: Dude, it doesn’t matter what kind of dream I’m having, I am not going to ask you to punch me.
Jason: Timbo, when you think you’re dreaming, you don’t punch somebody else. You get somebody else to punch you.
Tim: Dude, it doesn’t matter what kind of dream I’m having, I am not going to ask you to punch me.
Paintball war at the Manor…
Dick: *whispering* Why did the Resurrected Robins stop firing?
Tim: *listening to every sound* I don’t know… They’re probably out of ammo.
Jason: *yelling from a makeshift fort in Damian’s room* Hey, Fake-Dead Robins, we are giving you a chance to surrender!
Dick: *aims his paintball marker at the draped Batman bedsheet* Yeah, they’re definitely out of ammo.
At the Titans Tower…
Conner: *watching in mild amusement as Tim and Damian tear each other apart with words*
– 4 hours later –
Conner: *yawning* How do you ever get anything done if all you ever do is argue with each other?
Damian: *stares menacingly at him, reaching for the Kryptonite spray in his pocket*
Tim: We don’t! That’s part of our charm! Quit messing it up! *slams the door on Conner and continues his screaming match with his little brother*
Early on-the-job training with the “OG Robin” be like…
Goons: *in hot pursuit*
Robin: *standing on the edge of a cliff* Y-you w-want me to j-j-jump?
Nightwing: *chuckles* No, Tim, I want you to have the power to apparate like the teenage wizards in “Harry Potter”, but you don’t, so into the wind you go! *shoves him lightly then follows*
Checking to see if your little brother plans to join the family dinner be like…
Tim: *on the other side of Damian’s bedroom door* Name calling is not the same as giving an answer!
That one time Superboy cried because Robin wouldn’t accept his birthday present for him…
Kara [about Jon]: Well, Damian, you are his best friend. Friends give each other presents.
Damian: I accept your premise; I reject your conclusion.
Tim [to Kara]: *whispering* Try telling him it’s a non-optional social convention.
Kara: What?
Jason: Just do it.
Kara [to Damian]: It’s a… non-optional social convention.
Damian: Ah. Fair enough. *takes the gift and walks away*
Dick: *grins* He came with a manual.
Fighting with your best friend be like…
Red Robin: Kon, I am a great friend! I am a fantastic friend! I am the Rachel of “Friends” if Rachel were a boy!
Superboy:
Superboy: You used to be so smart.
Steph: *smoothes out her cocktail dress, glances at the grandfather clock leading to the Batcave, and wonders if they’d make it to their reservation on time*
Steph: *sighing lovingly while watching Tim, who’s reknotting his tie for the nth time, nearly strangle himself*
Steph: Give me a stupid genius over a smart idiot any day.
Tim: *ugly-crying* How can something so small cause so much pain?!
Jason: *turns his head towards whatever Tim’s looking at*
Jason: *sees a sneering Damian*
Jason: *nods his head thoughtfully*
Telling your teammates about your little brother be like…
Cassie: You… you know you’re describing a dog, right?
Tim: He did bite me once.