Reasoning with a fifth dimension imp about your best friend be like…
Kid Flash [about Nightwing]: In what war is he a criminal? In the battle for our affections?!?
Reasoning with a fifth dimension imp about your best friend be like…
Kid Flash [about Nightwing]: In what war is he a criminal? In the battle for our affections?!?
Mornings at the Manor…
Duke: *nervously looks over his shoulder at Bruce pulling a sneering Damian by the scruff of the neck, Dick restraining a furious Tim via bear hug, Alfred telling Jason to get down from the kitchen counter, Cass ushering the family pets to safety, and the refrigerator on fire*
Duke: *sips chocolate milk, then looks straight into the Snapchat camera*
Duke: Jason attacked the counter with a fire axe and is still only the second craziest person in the kitchen.
Nightwing: You’re pathological, Jason!
Red Hood: It’s too late for flattery.
Alfred [to Dick]: Master Bruce’s whole personality is based around guarding himself. You don’t have to be like that to be a man.
Mornings at the Manor…
Bruce: *e-mailing the Justice League while discussing Wayne Tech plans with Lucius on the phone*
Dick: *stealthily picking blueberries off the pancakes on the serving tray while dangling upside down from the ceiling*
Alfred: *slapping Dick’s hand away while preparing Tim’s morning espresso shots*
Jason: *holding up a bag of catfood so it’s out of Damian’s reach*
Damian: *on his tippy toes trying to reach it while muttering censor-worthy threats to Jason*
Tim: *eyelids drooping and eyes red, wiping dried-up slobber off his face* How long was I out? Is Napster still a thing?
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Who’s gonna tell him?
Dick: Bruce thinks he has it bad? As his understudy, I have to wear a Batman cowl on top of my Nightwing mask, and then Spyral hypnos tech on top of that!
He gets confused, too.
When asked to describe his best friend…
Wally: Dick Grayson is a magical elf-like man who makes us all more magical by being near him.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
He’s… not used to affection.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
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He’s… not used to affection.
Getting off duty and finding an intruder in your apartment be like…
Dick: *walking into the dark kitchen, taking off his BPD uniform*
Dick: *pauses when he notices the light*
Dick: *carefully grabs an escrima stick from a hidden compartment in the cupboard*
Dick: *prepares to pounce on the intruder behind the open refrigerator door…*
Dick: aaaaAAHHHH… Huh?
Red Hood: *blinks*
Dick: *blinks*
Red Hood: *mouth stuffed with donuts and face covered in sugar sprinkles*
Red Hood: What are you, the donut police? Because if you are, you’re legally bound to tell me, or else it’s entrapment.
Don’t judge your brother, Dick. Beating up criminals can really build up an appetite.