Dick: You’re at war with Tim? Over what?
Damian: Why do great civilizations go to war, Grayson? To see who’s cutest.
In which Dick, to this day, still has no idea how this all came about (or how Jason was involved).
Dick: You’re at war with Tim? Over what?
Damian: Why do great civilizations go to war, Grayson? To see who’s cutest.
In which Dick, to this day, still has no idea how this all came about (or how Jason was involved).
Nightwing: I knew you wouldn’t approve of it, so I went over your head.
Batman: I’m the boss, Dick.
Nightwing: Oh, that’s right. So, I went behind your back.
Raising the Robins…
Bruce: Alfred, I know he’s a teenager, but is he suppose to hate me this fast?
Nightwing [about Batman]: When he does care, he cares one hundred and crazy percent.
Dick: Hey, Hoodie, quick question –
Jason: *exasperated* What is it with everyone and their questions this morning? “Where’d you learn to drive? Will you marry me? Why would you say that to your little brother?”
Ladies of the Batfamily: *swooning over pictures of Dick in his 80s Nightwing suit*
Red Hood: *rubs his ears*
Red Hood: I’m sorry, but when I hear an undeserved compliment, it makes my ears want to throw up.
Mornings at the Manor (and it’s Jason’s turn to cook breakfast)…
Tim: *takes a bite* It tastes familiar.
Dick: Uhhh… Beef?
Tim: No.
Jason Chicken? I’ll take chicken.
Damian: What does it taste like, Drake?
Tim: Despair.
Dick:
Jason:
Damian:
Jason: Is it possible that it just needs salt?
Nightwing: Never give up. That’s what I always tell my friends. They tell me to stop telling them, but I tell them I can’t because that would be giving up.
After watching Nightwing land perfectly on one foot following a quadruple somersault to evade a rogue…
The Flash:
Arsenal:
Tempest:
The Flash: It’s like time stood still and so did his ass.
When you realize that maybe it isn’t a good idea to pair up your two younger brothers for patrol just yet…
Red Robin and Robin: *storm into the Batcave, shoving each other out of the way, and immediately head to opposite directions*
Red Robin: *swearing angrily under his breath*
Robin: -Tt-
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: *glowers at Damian while stripping off his uniform*
Robin: *hisses at Tim, grabs Alfred the Cat, and goes upstairs to his bedroom*
Nightwing: So…
Red Robin: The brat followed me home. Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Say no, Dick!