Dick: I know you’ll say the exact right thing to make me feel better.
Bruce: … There. There.
Dick: You are so wise.
Dick: I know you’ll say the exact right thing to make me feel better.
Bruce: … There. There.
Dick: You are so wise.
Bruce, Dick, Tim and Alfred: *run into Jason’s bedroom after hearing a scuffle from downstairs*
Jason: *has Damian pinned to the wall*
Damian: *choking Jason*
Jason: *struggling to talk* Nothing to be alarmed about, people. It’s just a man pointing a bull tranquilizer at his little brother.
Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Alfred: *run into Jason’s bedroom after hearing a scuffle from downstairs*
Jason: *has Damian pinned to the wall*
Damian: *choking Jason*
Jason: *struggling to talk* Nothing to be alarmed about, people. It’s just a man pointing a bull tranquilizer at his little brother.
Red Hood [to Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin]: Is it just me, or is our dad a freakin’ weirdo?
The Bat-apples don’t fall too far from the Bat-tree, Jay.
Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Dick, Jason, and Tim:
Damian:
Dick: Hey, Da –
Damian: You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to beg for mercy. You have the right to request judgment by combat.
Patrol gone awry…
Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*
Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*
Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*
Nightwing: So… What happened out there?
Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.
Nightwing: Who’re they?
Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.
Dick: *knocks on Damian’s bedroom door*
Dick: Little D, hey, I just came up to see what you were doing.
Dick: And maybe stop you.
When asked about his Robin training regime…
Batman: I leave him all the tools he needs. It’s “do or die”. If he chooses correctly, he’ll conquer the hornets.
Superman: And if he doesn’t?
Batman: He’ll die.
Superman: I… beg your pardon?
Batman: When did the phrase “do or die” become so corrupted, Clark?
If you ever wondered why Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian were so impossibly skilled. (May have been a cakewalk for Damian, though.)