Jason: You think when we have kids of our own, we’re gonna mess them up? You ever think about that?

Jason: Dick.

Dick: Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about what kids of yours would be like.

Jason: Oh, what? Just attractive and intelligent, and just overall awesome.

Dick: So, they’ll take after your wife.

Oracle [Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin]: *on the Comm Link* Just soak some hot towels in household vinegar. Apply the compress for twenty minutes, two to four times a day. You’ll all be fine by next week, although you’ll all still be idiots.

Nightwing: You’d make a great older brother.

Guess who won the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissiors battle to not take care of a flu-ridden Batman on patrol night (while Alfred’s on vacation)…

Dick: *hurriedly changing into his Nightwing suit*

Dick [to Jason, Tim, and Damian]: I survived Bruce for over 75 years. You guys can handle him for one itty bitty night.

Asking your brother to be one of the Best Men at your wedding be like…

Jason [to Dick/Tim/Damian]: So, I get to put on a suit and talk about how great you are? I was hoping to avoid that until your funeral.


Assuming Tim and Damian ever reach adulthood in the mainstream DC continuity, that is.