Family Patrol Night…

Nightwing: What are you doing, Tim?

Red Robin: I’ve hacked into the cameras in your masks.

Red Hood: Uh, what?

Red Robin: Reviewing the footage. There’s something not right here.

Robin: *glaring* We don’t have cameras in our masks.


Oh, has Timmy not mentioned those before… ?

(Im)patiently waiting for your brother to finish typing up his case report in the Batcave so you can finally play Laser Tag be like…

Dick: ♪ ♫ Timmmmyyyy ♩ ♬

Jason: *grooooaaannns*

Duke: *Snapchatting Tim: “1 intense birb”*

Damian: Tell me, Drake, were you born boring, or did you have to work at it?


Clearly, he’s working… at it.

Robin: *bruised and bloodied*

Robin: You said… I remember you said that you could fix this. That you could get me back. Did you say that?

Batman: I did say that, yes.

Robin: Were you lying?

Batman: No.

Robin: Were you right?

Batman: … No.


In which Bruce Wayne wakes up palpitating and sweating for the nth night in a row…

Robin: *driving (or, more accurately, a forehead just above the steering wheel)*

Red Hood: *in the passenger seat, looking out the window*

Red Hood: Why is everyone so non-violent here? We’re not that far from Gotham City.

Dick: I can’t believe you bugged my apartment, Little D! That’s terrible!

Damian: No, “terrible” is having to listen to you and that moron West yammer on for four hours about which sandwich you would bring if you were stranded on an island.

Red Robin: *referring to Damian’s sword* Drop it, brat.

Robin: *tightening his grip* Can’t do that, Drake.

Red Hood: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Red Robin and Robin: Stay in the car!

Red Hood: Technically, I still have one foot in the car –