Dick: Listen to me, Damian. Your whole life has led to this moment.

Dick: All the training, the hours of dedication…

Dick: There’s not a soul alive that can touch you…

Dick: … when it comes to Laser Tag. And, Li’l Bro, you know it. *pats Damian’s armor* Look at me. Be you!

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And that is how Dick and Damian impossibly beat the crap out of Jason and Tim.

Dick: Damian! When something awful happens, you’re going to be mine!

Bruce: It really is an “if” situation –

Dick: All mine!


Okay, we know you love your little brother like a son, but this is just borderline creepy, Richard.

Nightwing: *with lipstick marks all over his face*

Batgirl: *with smudged lipstick*

Robin:

Nightwing:

Batgirl:

Robin: -Tt-

Robin: Isn’t it enough that this family spends a lot of time together? Now we have to inbreed?


Yeaaaaah, you weren’t supposed to see that, Damian.

Why Jon’s no longer allowed to hang out at the Manor…

Jason: You don’t make a shiv out of a knife.

Tim: Yeah. You make a shiv out of a rusty spoon or a shard of glass.

Jason: Or a human femur.

Tim: Exactly. Be creative.

Jon: 0_0

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And Damian’s like, “You two idiots did this on purpose!”.