Tag: dick grayson

Mornings at the Manor…

Dick: *pours Damian a cup of coffee* Sugar?

Damian: Yes, ten lumps, please.

Tim: *with bloodshot eyes and shaking uncontrollably* Hey, Golden Boy, top me off!

Dick: Are you sure Alfred still lets you drink coffee, Tim?

Tim: FOR THE LAST TIME, YES!!!

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And for the last time, Timothy, no.

Nightwing: Bruce, we, um… We did something very bad.

Batman: Did you wreck the Batplane?

Red Robin: No!

Batman: Did you raise the dead?

Robin: Yes!

Batman: But the plane’s okay?

Nightwing: Uh-huh…

Batman: All right then.

Look, your father’s very tired, boys…

Meanwhile, somewhere in Nanda Parbat…

Red Hood: *covered in Lazarus Pit fluid* What the f–

Jason: Young man, since you broke Tim’s teeth, he gets to break yours.

Tim: *wipes blood off his mouth and cracks his knuckles* This is gonna be sweet.

Damian: *sneers*

In which Bruce, Alfred, and Dick never leave Jason to “babysit” his younger brothers again.

First rule of Bat Club…

When the Teen Titans won’t take your leadership seriously…

Robin: *storming out of the Tower conference room* I’ll show them who’s “just a kid”!

Nightwing: *yelling from across the hall* Damian, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!

a-wayne-at-heart:

Damian: Drake.

Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?

Damian: I was born ready.

Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.

Damian: Twist my words all you want.

Tim: Okay.

Damian: I’m winning this bet.

Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?

Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?

Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?

When you get off patrol and your little brother insists that you read him a bedtime story…

Dick: Then the prince and the princess… got, um, married and lived happily ever after…

Damian: Then what happened, Grayson?

Dick: Uh… They had… thirty sons and thirty daughters.

Damian: What were their names?

Dick: Hmm… Dennis… Brad… Mavis… Brad… Bra… ZzzzZzz…

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *tugs on his blanket and covers his snoring older brother with it*