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Dick: Cass is killing me! I’m telling you, I cannot beat this woman no matter what I try. She’s like a ninja, but worse.

Tim: Nothing’s worse than a ninja. They’re masters of every style of combat.

Damian: Can we please talk about something other than Cain?

Barbara: I think you should give Cass a break. You know, it’s really hard being a woman around here. You can walk through walls and nobody notices you.

Jason: Not entirely unlike a… ninja.

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During that time Tim was so upset that Dick picked Damian over him to be Robin…

Tim: And you know what else? I quit!

Dick: No, you don’t!

Tim: Well, I’m leaving early today!

Dick: No, you’re not! You’re coming back to the Batcave to do busy work!

Tim: Fine, but I’m getting coffee first!

Dick: *sighs*

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?

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Bruce being suspiciously… relaxed…

Dick: *watches as Alfred heads back to the kitchen carrying an empty softdrink bottle* What’s going on?

Dick: *spots Bruce sitting on a loveseat by the fireplace* Aha! What are you doing?

Bruce: Nothing. *pops the bottle cap off with just his index finger* Just enjoying a taste of my favorite beverage, the soda pop.

Jason: *feigns shock* Really? I have never seen you enjoy soda pop before.

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: *narrows his eyes* Have some now.

Bruce: *takes a sip* Ah, it’s delicious.

Damian: I don’t buy it, Father! You’re making the same face you made when you found Alfred’s chocolate chip cookie bits in your trail mix.

Dick: Something’s up. I’m patting you down. *proceeds to do just that, Officer Grayson-style*

Dick: Darn it, nothing but a non-surprisingly toned set of abs.

It’s 10 AM on a Sunday, kids. Give your father a break.