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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Dick: Thanks again for helping me look for Tim.
Jason: No problem. I’ll check the dumpster.
Dick: …
Dick: We’re not looking for “dead” Tim.
Jason: Atta boy. You stay optimistic.
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*
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 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!
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.
At a Batfamily reunion in Wayne Manor…
Bruce: Hello, party people. Dick told me to say that.
Dick: Yeah, I did. Ain’t no party like a Bruce Wayne party because a Bruce Wayne party is a total surprise to everyone.
Jason: Hey, so you’re planning a surprise birthday party for the old Bat? I think he’s onto you.
Dick: Yeah, so please, please, please don’t say anything to Bruce.
Jason: You want me to lie to him?
Dick: Is that a problem?
Jason: Nah.
Dick: *walks into the Batcave wearing the 80′s version of his Nightwing suit*
Dick: Well, excuse me, my fashion-impaired siblings. I am here to tell you that collars are back.
Jason: And that, this time, they’ve ganged up to form one giant, super collar!
Dinah: Well, maybe it won’t work out. Maybe Dick won’t like her personality.
Barbara: Why, does she have a bad personality?
Dinah: Oh no, Kori’s the best!