Nightwing: “B-Team” roll call. Hood?

Red Hood: *cocks guns* Here and handsome!

Nightwing: Little D?

Robin: *brandishes katana* Here and crazy!

Nightwing: Red?

Red Robin: *twirls Bo staff* I pity the fool! But also suggest ways he may better himself.

Batman: *facepalms* Hrrrn.


And that it why “Family Movie Nights” now come after “Family Patrol Nights”.

Damian [to Alfred]: Pennyworth! Todd picked his nose, and now he keeps touching me with his finger!

Jason: What good is mining nose gold if I can’t share it with the townspeople?


Dami, maybe just think of it as a rite of passage for little brothers… ?

Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…

Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?

Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.

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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.

Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…

Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?

Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.

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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.

#mornings at the manor

So, I’ve decided to add a new tag to some of my posts (see title above). I’ve been using it as a header quite a bit and figured I might as well make it into a tag.

In my mind, the Batfamily’s just as domestic as any of us in the AM (except for the fact that they’ve probably just gotten home a few hours before breakfast, bruised and bleeding, perhaps high on painkillers, after having taken down a vast criminal empire or threat from another planet or something).

So, yeah. “Mornings at the Manor”. My dream sitcom.

(Winter) Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *takes a sip and grimaces*

Damian: What did you make this hot chocolate with? Crap?

Tim: *sighs* If you want me to make you another one, just say so.

Damian: I just thought you would make it with milk, Drake. Instead of crap.


Damian, here on Earth we say “Thank you”.

When your bedroom’s undergoing major repairs after a sparring session with your super best friend goes awry…

Damian [to Bruce]: There is no way that I’m sleeping in Drake’s room for the weekend, Father! It smells like old milk in there!

Tim: Hey, if I could find it, I’d clean it up!