Jason: What’s the matter?
Tim: *sighs* Nothing. I’m sorry. I’m just out of sorts.
Jason: Well, you can use some of my sorts. I rarely use them.
Jason: What’s the matter?
Tim: *sighs* Nothing. I’m sorry. I’m just out of sorts.
Jason: Well, you can use some of my sorts. I rarely use them.
Reminiscing about “them good ol’ days” be like…
Jason: *struggling to speak through his laughter* Oh, m-man. Oh, oh, remember when I stuck that broom in your bike spokes and you flipped over and hit your head on the curb? Tim: No. But I remember people telling me about it.
Reminiscing about “them good ol’ days” be like…
Jason: *struggling to speak through his laughter* Oh, m-man. Oh, oh, remember when I stuck that broom in your bike spokes and you flipped over and hit your head on the curb?
Tim: No. But I remember people telling me about it.
When your brothers presesure you to hang out with them…
Tim: I kind of have plans.
Dick: You have another family?
Tim: Yeah, I, uh… I have a date.
Damian: You have a date?
Tim: Yes! I have a date.
Dick: With a… girl?
Tim: No, with a crouton. *rolls eyes* What is so strange about me having a date?
Jason: With a crouton?
Dick: *knocking on Tim’s bedroom door* Come on!
Damian: Drake! Open up. We would like to speak to you.
Tim: *muffled* I don’t feel like talking!
Dick: Oh, come on, Timmy, we care about you!
Cass: We’re worried about you.
Jason: And some of us really have to pee!
When you’re weary from patrol and craving for some shut-eye only to find intruders in your safe house…
Red Hood: …
Nightwing: *rummaging through the cabinets*
Red Robin: *installing security cameras in the living room*
Robin: *examining the samurai swords hanging on the wall*
Red Hood: I gave you my passcode for emergencies.
Robin:
Red Robin:
Nightwing: We were out of Doritos.
When you overstay your welcome at Red Hood’s safe house…
Jason: *hopping over mounds of bloody patrol suits and broken weapons while picking up dirty dishes*
Tim and Damian: *playing Injustice 2 on Xbox while yelling threats at each other*
Dick: *pouring milk on his cereal and spilling some on the carpet*
Jason: I don’t know when I became a dad to three lazy teenagers, but it stops today. You guys are cleaning this place up, top to bottom!
Dick: Hey, we don’t even live here!
Jason: Yes or no, do you have clothes in my laundry right now?
When you overstay your welcome at Red Hood’s safe house…
Jason: *hopping over mounds of bloody patrol suits and broken weapons while picking up dirty dishes*
Tim and Damian: *playing Injustice 2 on Xbox while yelling threats at each other*
Dick: *pouring milk on his cereal and spilling some on the carpet*
Jason: I don’t know when I became a dad to three lazy teenagers, but it stops today. You guys are cleaning this place up, top to bottom!
Dick: Hey, we don’t even live here!
Jason: Yes or no, do you have clothes in my laundry right now?
When you realize that maybe it isn’t a good idea to pair up your two younger brothers for patrol just yet…
Red Robin and Robin: *storm into the Batcave, shoving each other out of the way, and immediately head to opposite directions*
Red Robin: *swearing angrily under his breath*
Robin: -Tt-
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: *glowers at Damian while stripping off his uniform*
Robin: *hisses at Tim, grabs Alfred the Cat, and goes upstairs to his bedroom*
Nightwing: So…
Red Robin: The brat followed me home. Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Say no, Dick!
Tim: *sobbing on the couch*
Damian: *pushes Tim, forcing him to scoot over, and grabs the remote*
Tim: I’m sorry, is the fact that my life’s falling apart interfering with your TV show?
Damian: *tunes in to Animal Planet*
Damian: *munching on popcorn* It is.