When your youngest brother wants to show you his appreciation…

Dick: You’re giving us… stickers?

Damian: Not just any sticker. Those are stickers of a kitty saying, “Me-wow!”.

Tim: We’re not preschoolers.

Damian: Fine, I’ll take them all back.

Jason: I earned this! Back off!

Interventions at the Manor…

Alfred: *wearing a mask and carrying a vacuum cleaner*

Dick: *putting on gloves*

Jason: *filling a black garbage bag with piles of… What are these, Timbo?*

Damian: *pinching his nose and looking around in pure disgust*

Tim: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just can’t get rid of it.

Dick: It’s not and you have to.

Jason: Everything you own is trash.

Damian: You’re basically a hoarder, Drake.

Tim: *chugs a mug of coffee and stains his three-day-old shirt further*

Tim: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.

At a Batfamily meeting…

Red Robin: *nudging and whispering* How’d you do that?

Red Hood: *whispering back* Do what?

Red Robin: *sounding impressed* You were, like, ten feet away from the brat.

Red Hood: *sounding innocent* What are you talking about?

Red Robin: *smirking* I know what I saw.

Red Hood: *grinning* What did you see?

Red Robin: *shrugging* I don’t know. Nothing.

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A little while later…

Damian: ….

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: TOOOOODDDDDDDD!

Dick:

Tim: *two black eyes and a broken arm*

Damian: *three missing teeth*

Dick: *sighs and gestures to two chairs in front of him*

Dick: Why don’t you tell me what happened, and in a gentle and loving way, I’ll explain to you why you’re both wrong.