Damian: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Tim: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Damian: -Tt-
It was rhetorical, Timmy.
Damian: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Tim: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Damian: -Tt-
It was rhetorical, Timmy.
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.
Dick: … And that’s why I think we should break up.
Kori: Is that what you really want?
Dick: Yes, it is.
Damian: Great. The most annoying romance of my life is finally over.
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-
At the Titans Tower…
Superboy: So, am I member of the team?
Robin: Let’s walk before you run, Kent. Maybe crawl before that.
Red Hood: We are up against the best security in the world.
Red Robin: Our own.
Will you two stop trying to break into your little brother’s room at the Manor?
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: …
Robin: …
Nightwing: I don’t know how to say this exactly, but please don’t kill each other.
This has been a daily reminder from your friendly neighborhood older brother.
Damian: Because I value our familial association, Drake, I need to be frank with you. We are in a fight.
He’s… improving.
Jason: Talk to me, Dames. You seem more angry and unhappy than usual, which is tough because you’re a curmudgeonly little guy.