Things you’d expect by now given the Robins’ lifestyle…

Red Robin: *cradling a bleeding foot*

Nightwing: You’re gonna be okay, Tim. A lot of people get by with nine toes.

Red Hood: I’m getting by fine with eight.

When Nightwing’s away, the other Robins will play…

Jason: *holding a bound, gagged, and very bored-looking Damian upside down* Permission to drop the little twerp into a deep, dark hole, Sir?

Tim: Granted.

Damian: -Tt-

Roy: You know, a couple’s first fight actually sets the tone for all future arguments. Trust me, I’m going through it right now myself.

Dick: You and Kori?

Roy: Nah. Me and Jason, actually.


Angsty zombie bros before beatiful alien girlfriends.