Dick and Jason: *watching Tim on his 46th hour in a row working on the Batcomputer*
Jason: Is he prone to mental breakdowns?
Dick: Prone? No. Eligible? Certainly.
Dick and Jason: *watching Tim on his 46th hour in a row working on the Batcomputer*
Jason: Is he prone to mental breakdowns?
Dick: Prone? No. Eligible? Certainly.
During Robin’s first week at the Titans Tower…
Starfire: What is wrong with him?!
Nightwing: Nothing organic. We’ve had him checked.
See, working with Damian Wayne is what you’d call “acquired taste”.
Dick: You eat a lot of fish. Aren’t you worried about mercury?
Jason: Dick, on the list of things I expect to kill me, mercury poisoning ranks well below liver failure, getting struck by lightning, and being murdered by a clown (again). Guess which one I’m rooting for?
French actor and model Gaspard Ulliel as (clockwise from top left) Dick, Jason, Tim, and (grown-up) Damian.
Why Batman got the ol’ silent treatment during patrol that night…
Four hours ago, at a Wayne Foundation gala…
Senator: You have wonderful sons, Mr. Wayne.
Bruce: Yes, I do. But Dick, Tim, and Damian must never learn of them.
Senator and Bruce: *pompous laughter*
Dick, Tim, and Damian: …
Batman:
Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:
Batman: I’m –
Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *grapple-hook away*
Lighten up, boys. It was just one glass of champagne too many.
Also, Jason’s legally dead, so he’s like, “Meh”.
Independence from your adoptive father be like…
Nightwing [to Batman]: After all these years, I finally move out of the Manor, and within two days, I burn my new apartment down. You can’t write this stuff.
On Red Hood’s reputation as a violent hothead…
Dick: Jason may be prickly and crusty on the outside, but inside he’s all soft and gooey… Kind of like a pudding-filled cactus.
Way to sully his reputation, Richard.
Partying at the Manor while Batman’s away on an interplanetary Justice League mission be like…
Tim: *wiping vomit off his face*
Tim: I’m never gonna drink again.
Jason: Quitter.
Dick: Jason!
Jason: Oh, right. *slaps Tim on the back* Atta boy!
Mornings at the Manor…
Jason: *cooking*
Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*
Dick: *balancing a pile of saucers on his index finger*
Tim: *fast asleep and drooling on the kitchen table*
Damian: *feeding Titus*
Alfred: *picks up the recipe book Jason’s using*
Alfred: “Cooking for Dummies”, Master Jason?
Jason: No offense, Timbo! I’m actually cooking for everybody.
And the “Big Brother of the Year” Award goes to…
Dick: *baking cookies (Alfred’s recipe)*
Jason: *playing with Titus*
Damian: *arrives from Gotham High*
Damian: *slams his suitcase on the kitchen island*
Dick: …
Jason: …
Damian: *takes a seat on a stool, buries his face in his hands, and groans*
Dick: Soooo… How’s school?
Damian: *muffled* Okay.
Dick: Anything noteworthy happen?
Damian: *muffled* No.
Jason: *throws his hands up in the air* I thought you said he got dumped!
Dick: *through gritted teeth* I was easing into it.
Jason: Oh. Okay, go ahead.
It’s a tie!