At the Batcave’s Minor Procedures Room…
Red Hood: *holding Damian’s hand as Damian’s about to get stitches*
Red Hood: It’s okay, buddy, I’m right here with you. Go ahead, Alf.
Robin: Ow! Ow! Ow!
Red Hood: Hey, please go easy on the kid!
Robin: No, you’re squishing my hand, Todd!
Red Hood: Oh. Sorry. But did you feel the shot?
Robin: No.
Red Hood: You’re welcome.
Alfred: Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in your room, Master Jason.
Red Hood: I’d prefer a morphine drip and a sponge bath, but the kid needs me!
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At the Batcave’s Minor Procedures Room…
Red Hood: *holding Damian’s hand as Damian’s about to get stitches*
Red Hood: It’s okay, buddy, I’m right here with you. Go ahead, Alf.
Robin: Ow! Ow! Ow!
Red Hood: Hey, please go easy on the kid!
Robin: No, you’re squishing my hand, Todd!
Red Hood: Oh. Sorry. But did you feel the shot?
Robin: No.
Red Hood: You’re welcome.
Alfred: Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in your room, Master Jason.
Red Hood: I’d prefer a morphine drip and a sponge bath, but the kid needs me!
Robin: *walks into the Batcave*
Red Hood: Hey, Bruce, is it Bring-Your-Brat-to-Work Day?
Red Robin: Yeah, one of those things wandered in here.
When you know better than to incite your tiny brother’s wrath…
Jason: *chatting with Roy over the phone*
Damian: *painting a portait of Alfred*
Jason: *laughing out loud*
Damian: -Tt-
Jason: *accidentally kicks Damian’s stool while belly-laughing*
Damian: *nearly snapping his paintbrush in half*
Jason: *wheezing and wiping tears from his eyes*
Damian: Please. Stop. Making. Sounds. With your mouth, Todd.
Jason: *clears his throat, whispers something into the phone, then carefully walks out*
Red Hood: *cracks his knuckles*
Robin: *sneers*
Criminal [to his men]: Keep your distance, mates. The little one knows karate and the big one fights dirty.
Correction, mates. They both know karate and they both fight dirty.
Dick and Jason: *watching wide-eyed as Damian argues with Bruce*
Tim: *deadpan* So, he’s added cussing and hurling things to his repertoire. He really is a child prodigy.
Damian: *gagged and strapped to the dinosaur’s leg in the Batcave*
Dick: Guys. Cut him down from there.
Jason: *looks to Tim for approval*
Tim: The kid’s a pain in the butt!
Dick: *sighs* Yeah, but he’s our pain in the butt. So, cut him down before Bruce gets back.
Damian: Anyone who needs to speak to me must go through me first.
This is why your brothers would rather climb up the breakfast table and reach for the ketchup than ask you to pass it.
When you’re in the middle of a mission but petty (and near-violent) arguments get in the way of accomplishing it…
Nightwing: *sits Red Robin and Robin down* I think it’s time for the two of you to bury the hatchet.
Red Robin: Waste of a good hatchet.
Robin: -Tt-
When you find out that one of the most dangerous criminal masterminds in the world has set up headquarters in Gotham City…
Red Robin: What should we do?
Nightwing: Stay away.
Red Hood:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Nightwing: … Or, if we’re stupid, we go there and set up surveillance.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin: *immediately jump out of their seats and start grabbing their gear*
Me: *yells as they race out of the Batcave in their respective vehicles* Take care, boys! I’ll try to calm your father down when he gets back from the Watchtower!