Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
~ · ~ · ~ · ~ · ~
Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
~ · ~ · ~ · ~ · ~
Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
So, I’ve decided to add a new tag to some of my posts (see title above). I’ve been using it as a header quite a bit and figured I might as well make it into a tag.
In my mind, the Batfamily’s just as domestic as any of us in the AM (except for the fact that they’ve probably just gotten home a few hours before breakfast, bruised and bleeding, perhaps high on painkillers, after having taken down a vast criminal empire or threat from another planet or something).
So, yeah. “Mornings at the Manor”. My dream sitcom.
Mornings at the Manor…
Dick: *staring at his cereal bowl*
Dick: Timmy! There’s a message in my Alphabits! It says, “Oooooo”!
Tim: Dick, those are Cheerios.
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Go back to sleep, Dick. You clearly need more of it.
When you discover a tracking device in your suit…
Dick: You’re having separation anxiety, Damian. Admit it.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: I admit, I sleep better with that little red dot telling me where you are.
When you find out that the tracking device you found on your suit helps your little brother sleep at night…
Dick: You’re having separation anxiety, Damian. Admit it.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: I admit, I sleep better with that little red dot telling me where you are.
“Robin War” be like…
Nightwing and Red Hood: *arguing on a rooftop*
Red Robin and Robin: …
Robin: Are they really having a pun-off?
Red Robin: You bet.
Anyone to any Robin: Are you actively trying to die?!
They got it from their father.
“How to Win an Argument” by Jason Peter Todd…
Dick: Just tell me you’re wrong!
Jason: You’re wrong.
When your son’s pretty chummy with “Fun Uncle Supes”…
Bruce [to Dick]: Clark is inviting you to lunch at the Fortress.
Bruce: Hn.
Bruce: The good thing is, I get to come, too.