Damian: Father tried to fix all of our problems, but instead ruined all of our lives!
Jason: *shakes his head* Nightmare.
Dick: You guys are so dramatic. Do I need to call you a wambulance?
Damian: Father tried to fix all of our problems, but instead ruined all of our lives!
Jason: *shakes his head* Nightmare.
Dick: You guys are so dramatic. Do I need to call you a wambulance?
At the Watchtower…
Justice League: *watching surveillance, Youtube and news footage on the mainframe computer*
Batman: *walks into the room and sees Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin and Lark (and a bunch of burning buildings and screaming citizens) on the screen*
Superman: *arms crossed*
Wonder Woman: *hands on hips, shaking her head*
Aquaman: *raises an eyebrow*
The Flash: *wide-eyed*
Green Lantern: *biting his lip to suppress a smirk*
Cyborg: Wo-ho-hoooooo.
Batman: Hn.
Batman: Whatever they did, add it to my tab.
Batman: *walks out*
Bruce and Talia: *watching as their son gracefully decapitates animal-shaped shrubbery on the Manor grounds*
Talia: It’s a good time to tell you that I dropped Damian on his head when he was one.
And so we are thankful for this thing called “character development”.
When your father and grandfather leave you and your brothers alone at the Manor…
Damian: *sees “52 missed calls” on his cellphone screen*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: How irresponsible do they think we are?
Jason: *shrugs* Sometimes Alfred leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list.
Damian [on the Comm Link]: *sniffling and sneezing*
Damian: Why are you trying to turn this into a fight, Grayson? I called to yell at you for getting me sick.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: Take care. Bye. *click*
Nightwing: *grinning* I love you, too.
When you’re called to the principal’s office at Gotham Academy to discuss your youngest son…
Bruce: It can be challenging to find playmates for an exceptional child such as Damian. And I don’t mean to brag, but that’s why I didn’t have any friends growing up.
Red Robin: *cradling a broken arm*
Nightwing: Who hurt you?!
Nightwing: I’m kidding. I know it was Jason and Damian.
And Damian’s like, “It was an accident. *rolls eyes*”.
Jason: Dick isn’t the only hottie living in the Manor. I washed the Batmobile in my old Robin shorts the other day. I definitely felt eyes on me.
Yes. Those were Damian’s. Right before he vomited.
Also, those scaly spandex briefs (leotards?) sure are stretchable.
“Super Sons”, a summary…
Robin: We are having fun.
Superboy: *carrying Damian on his back while sprinting through the jungle as killer androids chase after them* You are! I’m just doing what you’re making me do!
Mornings at the Manor…
Damian: *walks into the kitchen and sees Tim splayed on the kitchen counter, bruised and bloodied, and in a singed Red Robin uniform*
Damian: Pennyworth, do we have to put the trash on the counter? I take my afternoon tea here.