Tim: *walks by*
Duke [on Snapchat]: *turning the camera back to himself* This family has an unusually large number of unusually sleep-deprived people.
Tim: *walks by*
Duke [on Snapchat]: *turning the camera back to himself* This family has an unusually large number of unusually sleep-deprived people.
Those oh-so-rare family camping trips be like…
Jason: *loading tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and concealed weapons into the Batvan*
Damian: *securing Batcow’s trailer*
Dick: *staring questioningly at Tim while applying sunblock on his face*
Tim: *carrying case files in one hand and a coffee mug in the other* I don’t know why you guys can’t go without me and just Photoshop me in.
Jason:
Tim:
Jason: *chuckles at a memory*
Tim: *stares questioningly at him*
Jason: *sighs in amusement*
Jason: Remember how we used to be normal?
Tim:
Tim: *shakes his head slowly*
Artemis: *walking towards Jason and Tim*
Jason: *quickly combs his hair and dusts his jacket off* I need you to be cool. Can you be cool?
Tim: Historically speaking, it’s not my strong suit.
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Don’t sell yourself short, Timmy.
Tim and Damian: *throwing threats at each other*
Dick and Jason: *watching from the couch, eating popcorn*
Dick: Jay, who would you choose? Timmy or Dami?
Jason: It’s none of our business. Tim.
Red Robin: Your book was a bomb.
Red Hood: *slams Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” shut and gets up from his seat* Who are you to criticize my life’s work?!
Red Robin: Your book was a bomb. It exploded.
Red Hood: Oh.
Red Hood: *goes back to reading*
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Way to mix your interests, Jay.
Tim: Do you know that you have a “tell” when you lie?
Jason: Oh, do I?
Tim: You answer questions with questions.
Jason: Maybe I know I have a tell and I know you know I have a tell, and maybe I’m doing it now to confuse you because you don’t know what tell I’m telling.
Tim: *stares blankly into the camera like he’s on “The Office”
Dick: I can’t believe Tim’s sleeping.
Jason: I had the Little Brat give him two Valiums.
Dick: Why? Was he in a lot of pain?
Jason: Nah. He just wouldn’t shut up.
Sharing a bedroom with your brother be like…
Jason [to Dick and Damian]: *gestures to Tim* … So he was up all night with a high fever, cramping and crying.
Tim: *indignant, spilling over his coffee* Dude!
Jason: Oh, my bad. Not crying. Punching the wall all manly-and-angry-like.
Jason: So, who’d you side with, Tim or Damian?
Dick: Neither. I just pretended that I was paged by Bruce, and then when they said that they didn’t hear anything, I called them both liars and somersaulted away.
Jason: Smooth.