When your little brother reconfigures the newly installed, magnetic, handprint-activated steel doors at the Manor…

Jason: *trapped between the door and the wall*

Jason: Damian? Open the door, little buddy.

Tim: Open it, Damian.

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *opens the outer door*

Jason: Okay. Nice, kid. Now, coud you open the one that’s currently chopping me in half?

Superboy: *in kryptonite-lined handcuffs* Damian, I’m handcuffed!

Robin: Relax, Kent. Handcuffs are a cinch.

Superboy: Really?

Robin: Yeah. There’s a bone in your thumb. Tiny bone. Really easy to break. What you’re gonna want to do is you’re gonna want to apply torsional pressure to it until it snaps.

Superboy: I’m not gonna break my bone!

Robin: Well, in that case, you are screwed.

When Nightwing’s away, the other Robins will play…

Jason: *holding a bound, gagged, and very bored-looking Damian upside down* Permission to drop the little twerp into a deep, dark hole, Sir?

Tim: Granted.

Damian: -Tt-