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? 

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”.

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!