Robin: *reviewing a case file on the Batcomputer*

Nightwing: You believe that this guy hasn’t yet recovered emotionally because he’s incapable of finding a new safe house?

Red Robin: It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to know that one.

Red Hood: Standing right here, guys.

Damian: You are the worst vacation-taker in the world!

Damian: *stomps up the stairs, goes to his bedroom, and slams the door shut*

Bruce:

Alfred:

Bruce: *shrugs*

Alfred: *sighs, shakes his head, and walks away*


So your father left a realistic blow-up version of himself inside the tent then went off-planet to respond to a Justice League S.O.S. while you roasted marshmallows and waited six hours for him to come out and regale you with stories of his early vigilante days by a campfire…

He still loves you, kid.

When Nightwing suggests that it might be a good “brotherly bonding” activity for you to investigate a case together…

Red Robin: *pointing to a partially hidden footprint* You should have seen this, Damian, but you were expending too much effort trying to undermine me.

Robin: I assure you that it takes no effort whatsoever.

Dick: It’s like looking for a prize at the bottom of a cereal box!

Damian: Apparently, you and I eat different kinds of cereal.


See, your older brother prefers those sugary ones with cartoony characters on the box. Where do you think he gets all that energy and enthusiasm?