Patrol gone awry…

Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*

Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*

Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*

Nightwing: So… What happened out there?

Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.

Nightwing: Who’re they?

Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.

When asked about his Robin training regime…

Batman: I leave him all the tools he needs. It’s “do or die”. If he chooses correctly, he’ll conquer the hornets.

Superman: And if he doesn’t?

Batman: He’ll die.

Superman: I… beg your pardon?

Batman: When did the phrase “do or die” become so corrupted, Clark?


If you ever wondered why Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were so impossibly skilled. (May have been a cakewalk for Damian, though.)

Sparring session at the Batcave…

Dick: *massaging a bruised cheek*

Jason: *spitting out a loosened tooth*

Tim: *bandaging a broken wrist*

Dick: In everyone’s defense, I think the most worthy opponent of you is… you.

Damian: That is correct.

Damian: Unless there happens to be measles present.


He’s still a growing boy.

Martial arts training sessions at the Titans Tower be like…

Robin: Somebody attack me. Logan, GO!

Beast Boy: No WAY. Last time, you pulled my pants down, then tried to choke me with my shoelace.

Robin: False. I DID choke you with your shoelace.

When your little brother loses his katana mid-battle…

Red Hood: Do you even know how to use that?

Robin: *wielding a wrench from the ground* To change tires? No. But it’s metal. I can hit somebody with it.


Jay’s pretty good at both, though.