Jason: I am the target.

Jason: I am the target.

Tim: Ugh!

*zooms out to Jason zeroing in on a dart board, while everyone else becomes impatient waiting*

Damian: Then go already! Bag with which one douches!

Jason: I’m sorry, what’s that?

Tim: Miss it.

Jason: I can’t hear you –

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Dick: Alright!

Jason: – over the sound –

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Tim: Come on!

Dick: Really?

Jason: – of my deafening awesomeness!

Jason: *bull’s eye shot*

Everybody else: *groans*

a-wayne-at-heart:

Sorting stacks of old case files at the Batcave…

Dick: You know I think we’re making some real progress.

Tim: Where, in opposite world? We’re never gonna finish all this!

Damian: We could if certain people would help. -Tt-

Jason: *standing behind stacks of cardboard boxes* I’m sorry, are you addressing me? Because your authority is not recognized in Fort Kickass.

Investigating missing Wayne Tech money (that Jason was accused of spending)…

Dick: Yep, see here? Jack from HR just stole 50,000 from Jason’s acount. Must have been doing it all along.

Jason: Apology accepted. Ass douche.

Dick: Hey!

Jason: What?

Damian: *points a katana at Jason* Call him that again.

Jason: Make me!

Tim: What?

Jason: What? Bruce, do you see this? This is a hostile work environment!

a-wayne-at-heart:

In the middle of a jungle mission. Both of Tim’s legs are broken.

Damian: Well, we definitely can’t leave Drake!

Jason: We have to. Tim, I’m sorry – 

Tim: No, you’re not.

Jason: I am, actually, which whatever, but – 

Damian: *cocks and aims a gun at Jason* We are not leaving Drake!

Jason: What do you even think you’re doing?

Damian: I AM TAKING COMMAND!

Jason and Tim: *look at each other*

Jason and Tim: *laugh hysterically*

Jason: Oh my goodness! *wipes tears* Okay. Thanks, little D, I think we needed that.

Tim: We did. We really did.

In the middle of a jungle mission and both of Tim’s legs are broken…

Robin: Well, we definitely can’t leave Drake!

Red Hood: We have to. Tim, I’m sorry – 

Red Robin: No, you’re not.

Red Hood: I am, actually, which whatever, but –

Robin: *cocks and aims one of Jason’s guns at him* We are not leaving Drake!

Red Hood: What do you even think you’re doing?

Robin: I AM TAKING COMMAND!

Red Hood and Red Robin: *look at each other*

Red Hood and Red Robin: *laugh hysterically*

Red Hood: Oh my goodness! *wiping tears from his eyes* Okay. Thanks, little D. I think we needed that.

Red Robin: *clutching his belly and sighing blissfully* We did. We really did.

Mission in the jungle. Red Robin’s bewildered. Robin’s pissed.

Red Hood: … because nobody made you two come here! I didn’t put a gun to your heads – 

* Flashback to Jason holding two guns and entering Tim and Damian’s bedroom at the Manor *

Red Hood: – I mean, not literally to your heads.

Dick [to Bruce]: Look, I think maybe Jason’s just been trying too hard. 

Damian: *scoffs*

Dick: Serious! I mean, sad as it is, deep down he just wants your approval, and lately you’ve been putting so much pressure on him.