Damian: *gagged and strapped to the dinosaur’s leg in the Batcave*
Dick: Guys. Cut him down from there.
Jason: *looks to Tim for approval*
Tim: The kid’s a pain in the butt!
Dick: *sighs* Yeah, but he’s our pain in the butt. So, cut him down before Bruce gets back.
Tag: caffeinated crusader
When you’re in the middle of a mission but petty (and near-violent) arguments get in the way of accomplishing it…
Nightwing: *sits Red Robin and Robin down* I think it’s time for the two of you to bury the hatchet.
Red Robin: Waste of a good hatchet.
Robin: -Tt-
Intimidating Black Mask’s henchman…
*cut scenes of each of Red Hood’s weapons all over his body as he puts his clothes back on*
Henchman: *whimpers*
Red Robin: I think he gets it.
Red Hood: Just film the confessions, Red, don’t editorialize!
Red Hood: *to henchman* Do you get it?
Henchman: Yes! Please!
Red Hood: Because I swear to Batman, I will strip back down and show you all over again –
Henchman: No, I get it, I get it! You have a lotta guns –
Red Hood: And a knife, which I am going to push *mock demo* very slowly into your urethra –
Red Robin: *groans in secondhand embarrassment* Ew.
Damian: You seem troubled.
Tim: *takes a sip of coffee and stares out the window*
Damian: Of course, that’s a primary aspect of your personality, so I usually ignore it. *moves two seats away*
Little D, that’s not how you – Never mind.
When you’re hacking into the mainframe computer of a supervillain who’s about to broadcast every superhero’s secret identity to the world…
Red Hood: We’ll just kill the Internet. Can we do that?
Red Robin: *does the slowest, most dramatic eye roll in the world*
In which Dean is Jason, and Jason is Dean, if you know what I mean.
Sneaking into your little brother’s room while he’s away on a mission with Superboy be like…
Tim: *examining the different types of blades splayed on Damian’s bed*
Jason: *tiptoeing on the carpet and looking around the room* Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if his stuff wants to kill us or not.
Red Hood: *stops trying to pick the lock on his handcuffs when he realizes that doing so only causes them to tighten even further*
Red Hood: Huh. Smart.
Red Robin: Dude, don’t compliment the bad guys.
Sending your brother the coordinates to a criminal mastermind’s lair be like…
Red Robin [on the Comm Link]: You got this. You come back.
Red Hood: Promise.
Red Robin: Asswipe.
Red Hood: Jerk.
Tim: I’m not moping.
Jason: You got up at, like, 4 PM.
Which is actually a good thing. Timmy could use the sleep.
Sparring sessions at Wayne Manor…
Jason: *coming out of the training room and cradling a broken arm* I can’t believe we just got beat up by a girl.
Tim: *following soon after and massaging his sore jaw* Let’s never speak of this again.
Cass: *grinning from ear to ear*
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