Jon: I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you have brothers.
Damian: Adoptive brothers.
Jon: Three adoptive brothers, which is like one real one.
Jon: I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you have brothers.
Damian: Adoptive brothers.
Jon: Three adoptive brothers, which is like one real one.
Nightwing: *on the Comm Link* Tim’s going to be okay, Bruce. He’s only stunned.
Nightwing: *mutes Comm Link* You didn’t kill him, right?
Robin: Of course not.
Nightwing: *unmutes Comm Link* He’s only stunned.
“Death of the Family” be like…
Nightwing: Wait a minute… Jay, are you clapping?
Red Hood: Yeah.
Red Robin: So, your hands are free?
Red Hood: Yeah.
Robin: Joker didn’t tie up your hands?
Red Hood: *shrugs* No. He must’ve forgotten.
Batgirl: Do you realize that we’ve been sitting here for 14 hours?
Red Hood: Well, get pissy if you want, guys! But I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent as a family. *sulks*
Dick: Duke, this is everybody. Everybody, this is Duke.
Barbara: Hey, Duke, the Signal.
Tim: Hey, Duke.
Cassandra: *grins*
Damian: *nods in approval*
Steph: Hey, Duke!
Jason: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. Duke, was it?
Tim: So… Where did Damian come from?
Dick: Oh… Somewhere in Nanda Parbat, I think.
Tim: No, I meant tonight. In the Batcave. Suddenly. Into our lives.
Bruce: I was just thinking, when my time comes –
Dick: Bruce!
Damian: Father!
Bruce: Listen to me. When my time comes, I want to be buried at sea.
Tim: You what?
Bruce: I want to be buried at sea. It looks like fun.
Jason: Define “fun”.
Also, you might want to have a word with Arthur about that.

When your brothers presesure you to hang out with them…
Tim: I kind of have plans.
Dick: You have another family?
Tim: Yeah, I, uh… I have a date.
Damian: You have a date?
Tim: Yes! I have a date.
Dick: With a… girl?
Tim: No, with a crouton. *rolls eyes* What is so strange about me having a date?
Jason: With a crouton?
At the safe house…
Doorbell: *buzzes*
Jason: *sighs* It’s Morse code. It’s Damian.
Roy: How do you know?
Jason: Because the doorbell just said, “It’s me, morons”.
Dick: *knocking on Tim’s bedroom door* Come on!
Damian: Drake! Open up. We would like to speak to you.
Tim: *muffled* I don’t feel like talking!
Dick: Oh, come on, Timmy, we care about you!
Cass: We’re worried about you.
Jason: And some of us really have to pee!