Dick:

Tim: *two black eyes and a broken arm*

Damian: *three missing teeth*

Dick: *sighs and gestures to two chairs in front of him*

Dick: Why don’t you tell me what happened, and in a gentle and loving way, I’ll explain to you why you’re both wrong.

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *covering a bruised eye*

Dick: *hugging him consolingly*

Jason: *heading to the refrigerator to grab an ice pack while trying to suppress his laughter*

Bruce and Alfred: *glaring disappointedly*

Damian: *guarding a platter of tofu* It’s not my fault I’m bad at sharing! I skipped kindergarten!

When your eldest brother asks you to look after his Blüdhaven apartment while he’s away on a mission…

Red Robin: Oh, come on, Dick’s a grown man. He can take care of himself.

Red Hood: *opens the refrigerator to reveal a bottle of curdy milk, a half-eaten sandwich, and a bowl of soggy Cheerios*

Red Hood: *looking unimpressed* You really believe that?

When Tim met Damian (an alternative version)…

Damian: *spots Tim sleeping by the Batcomputer* -Tt-

Damian: *nudges him* Wake up.

Tim: *wide-eyed and looking around the Batcave in a panic*

Tim: *wiping slobber off his face* Who in the world are you?

Damian: I’m your new brother.

Tim: Are you from the orphanage or do I really not undersand how babies are born?

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But you do understand how Robins work, right?

Tim: *whispering* What’s your hurry?

Jason: *grabbing his leather jacket and kicking three-day-old garbage underneath the sofa* This place is depressing.

Dick: *yelling from the kitchen* Hey! I live here!

Jason: *yelling back* And I’m sure it’s a blast once you get used to it!

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Maybe if you cleaned up once in a while before these family visits, Nightwing…

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim and Damian: *bickering at the breakfast table*

Bruce: Quiet, you two! If I hear one more word, Tim doesn’t get to drink coffee and Damian doesn’t get to go on patrol.

Tim: Bruce!

Damian: Father!

Bruce: Not. One. Word.

Tim and Damian: *start insulting each other by lightly tapping spoons and banging salt and pepper shakers*

Bruce: I thought I told you two to knock it off.

Tim: We didn’t say anything!

Damian: Not one word!

Bruce: Well, no Morse code either.

Jason:

Damian:

Jason: Ha, ha, ha.

Damian: What’s so funny, Todd?

Jason: I was just thinking about the time Timbo got his nose caught in the toaster.

Damian: We’ll watch the tape tonight.


Hey, how about helping your brother get some sleep, boys?