Damian: Grayson, I owe you my life, my riches, my firstborn.
Dick: Your pets?
Damian: Not them.
Damian: Grayson, I owe you my life, my riches, my firstborn.
Dick: Your pets?
Damian: Not them.
When your adoptive son gets insecure…
Bruce: Dick, I wasn’t prepared to raise a kid like you. There’s no manual on how to raise a child who just lost both his parents. If there were, I would have read it a hundred times, cover-to-cover, because I loved you from the moment you stepped into the Manor. I just didn’t know how to show you.
… So you just encouraged him to fight crime alongside you? (Also, be careful, Batman. Declarations of love to Nightwing earn you the biggest tackle-hugs.)
After giving Batman a status update…
Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: I’d take my comms out, too, if I were you. He sounded mad.
Red Hood: *click*
Red Robin: *click*
Robin: -Tt- *click*
Wow. You boys didn’t even give it a second thought.
Mission debriefing…
Batman: *scrolling through the previous night’s news headlines on the Batcomputer*
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin:
Batman: *sighs*
Red Hood: What could we do? It’s not like we could just walk into a criminal enterprise and start looking around.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin: *erupt in obnoxious laughter*
Keep your father’s white hairs coming, boys. Keep ‘em coming.
Nightwing: Just trust me, Wal.
The Flash: How can I trust someone who just made a nuts-and-seeds pun?
Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: Yeah, well, I have a plan.
Red Robin: Dick, dodging bullets is not a “plan”!
Nightwing: *gestures to Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin* We’re Robins. We’re never out of options.
Yeah. Even when they’re either dead or “dead”.
Nightwing: *yelling over the commotion while dodging bullets and beating up criminals* I’m dying to sing “Under the Sea” right now, but I’m not, so there, maturity!
Dick: *hurriedly putting on his Nightwing suit* Damian, Tim could be seriously hurt or worse! We have to do something!
Damian: You’re right. *grabs the remote* Let’s watch TV.
Bruce: *looking at old photographs with Alfred* My sons used to be so cute.
Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian: Used to?
Bruce: Hn. Deal with it.