Superboy: So, why do you put up with Damian?
Red Robin: Because we’re brothers.
Superboy: Why?
Red Robin: Wow. You ask really hard questions.
Superboy: So, why do you put up with Damian?
Red Robin: Because we’re brothers.
Superboy: Why?
Red Robin: Wow. You ask really hard questions.
Telling your teammates about your little brother be like…
Cassie: You… you know you’re describing a dog, right?
Tim: He did bite me once.
When your little brother scoots over from his favorite spot on the couch to accomodate you…
Dick: How about that? Damian’s being reasonable.
Tim: Yeah, it’s freaking me out. I’m gonna go.
Mornings at the Manor…
Damian: *staring out the kitchen window*
Damian: *grins to himself*
Alfred: Master Damian, your food’s ready.
Jason: No, no, what are you doing? He’s both happy and quiet. It’s like seeing a unicorn and Bigfoot at the same time.
Working together to get your brother to be “more involved with the family” be like…
Dick: Wow. How’d you get Jason to come to the Manor?
Tim: As Professor Proton says, “There’s no problem you can’t solve if you use your noggin”.
Damian: And, Drake wrote him a check.
Tim: Yeah, that too. A big check.
When your little brother leaves you in charge of his pets while he’s away on a Teen Titans mission…
Red Hood: *strokes Titus behind the ears* Classy dog.
Robin: Yes. Also, don’t forget to close the toilet or he’ll drink out of it.
Red Hood [to Titus]: *whispering* I feel for ya, big buddy. I have a crazy father figure, too.
“Reaching out” to your youngest son be like…
Bruce: I’m sorry you’re upset, son. You know, sometimes people seek the comfort of physical contact in moments like this –
Damian: Father, I am not flying back to Gotham City just so Grayson can give me a hug.
There, there, Bruce.
Mornings at the Manor…
Damian: *cutting down animal-shaped shrubs on the lawn with a katana*
Dick: *watches Damian through the kitchen window while eating his cereal*
Dick: *grins* His quirks just make you love him more.
Alfred: *blinks*
Alfred: *continues cooking omelettes*
Jason: *aggressively stuffs his mouth with pancakes*
Tim: *chokes on his coffee*
Bruce: *hides behind the Gotham Gazette*
Dick:
Dick: Someone please agree with me.
Preparing for an undercover mission at a Wayne Foundation charity gala for children be like…
Dick: We can’t all be Cinderella.
Tim: Then how do we decide?
Jason: Well, it’s simple. This was my idea. I’m driving. I’m Cinderella. If you bitches got a problem with that, we can stop the car right now.
Damian: *sulking in his Winnie the Pooh costume* -Tt-
Damian: All I needed was the Batplane, so why is it full of you idiots?
Tim: I wasn’t gonna sit around the Batcave all by myself.
Dick: One of us needed multi-engine time for his pilot’s license.
Jason: And one of us would go pretty much anywhere to piss off your father.