Dick: *hurriedly putting on his Nightwing suit* Damian, Tim could be seriously hurt or worse! We have to do something!
Damian: You’re right. *grabs the remote* Let’s watch TV.
Dick: *hurriedly putting on his Nightwing suit* Damian, Tim could be seriously hurt or worse! We have to do something!
Damian: You’re right. *grabs the remote* Let’s watch TV.
Bruce: *looking at old photographs with Alfred* My sons used to be so cute.
Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian: Used to?
Bruce: Hn. Deal with it.
Tim: I worry about his maturity level.
Dick: Don’t. Damian is very responsible –
Tim: I was talking about Jason.
When your little brother leaves his “experiments” lying around the kitchen…
Tim: *punching his own chest and spitting fluids back into his mug* I could have ingested a toxin, you brat!
Damian: Why don’t you ingest a cup of coffee and calm down?
Mission debriefing…
Nightwing: *holding a pair of handcuffs* This was supposed to be for our, um, frisky business.
Robin: I have an IQ of 200. Do you really think I don’t understand what you guys are talking about?
Red Hood: You might know what we’re talking about, but you won’t understand until you’re eighteen.
Mission briefing…
Nightwing: What is our number one problem right now?
Red Robin: *drinking his fifth espresso shot* I’m being forced to work with the brat who tried to murder me.
Robin: *crosses his arms* -Tt-
Jason [to Titus]: Oh, you must be the little brat’s new dog. I just want to apologize in advance for the things I’m gonna blame on you.
If you value your second life at all, don’t. Just don’t, Jay.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: *drinking his twelfth cup of coffee* If Jerry the Turkey didn’t belong in the oven, then why did he fit?
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In which Dick and Jason race to save their little brother’s beloved pet (lest the War of the Century begin in the Wayne household).
Damian: Todd, how low must the bar be for me to be able to say with some sincerity that I’m proud of you?
When Batman’s sons come over to your city and you hear about it at work…
Lois: Hey, Smallville. There are a few developments. You might want to make some room on the front page.
Clark: *raises an eyebrow*
No need to worry, Superman. It’s just your nephews wreaking havoc on some Gotham City criminals who thought they could hide out in Metropolis.