Nightwing: *sees what Batman and Red Robin are up to* Tracking software? You’re spying on Damian!

Batman: Dick, keeping track of someone because you love them is not wrong. It shows you care.

[Scene cuts to Deathstroke on a nearby rooftop, listening in via a bugging device attached to the Batmobile]

Deathstroke: That’s right, my dear Dick Grayson. *sinister laugh* Soon, you’ll be mine.

[Scene cuts to two FBI agents in a surveillance truck]

FBI Agent #1: *observing Deathstroke via a spy camera* Keep talking, creepo.

FBI Agent #2: Every word buys you a year in the slammer.

When you’re all of a sudden sentimental during a family barbecue…

Dick: *stares at the Manor’s facade while grilling*

Dick: Someday, when I’m old and wrinkly, perhaps I’ll go back and look fondly at this house.

Jason: *sips beer* Well, stop in and say hi to me because I’ll still be here chilling in my basement bachelor pad.

Tim: *tosses a frisbee back to Damian* Make sure to water my backyard grave.

Jason: As long as I can dig you up and stick you on the front porch every Halloween.

Tim: Just don’t dress me up as a woman.

Jason: We’ll see.

After watching a Batfamily home video clip of a half-asleep, coffee stain-covered Tim tumbling down the Manor stairs…

Damian: *smirks* They’re going to eat this up at Show and Tell.

Dick: Dames, I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with the idea of your classmates laughing at our family’s private moments. How would you like it if, twenty years from now, people were laughing at things you did?

Damian: Not likely. Come on, have a sense of humor about yourself, Grayson.

Damian: *watches a clip of himself on the toilet angrily yelling “I’m a big boy, Todd!” while Jason runs away howling in laughter behind a shaky camera*

Damian: -Tt- I gotta find something else quick.

After hearing about how well their teenaged brother’s been running a multibillion-dollar business empire…

Jason: Wow. Timmy, a CEO. I feel so full of… What’s the opposite of shame?

Dick: Pride?

Jason: No, not that far from shame.

Dick: Less shame?

Jason: Yeah.

Old, old, old and still as stubborn as ever…

Dick: Bruce, you shouldn’t wear glasses that weren’t prescribed for you.

Bruce: Dick, just because you’re ten feet tall, it doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do.

Tim: I’m Tim.

Dick: Gimme those!

At the Titans Tower…

Robin [about the rest of the Teen Titans]: *muttering angrily* I’ll show them who’s “just a kid”!

Nightwing: *yelling from the room across the hall* Damian, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!

Jason: Bruce, I thought you might forget our little conversation this afternoon, so I took the precaution of recording it.

Bruce: *narrows eyes* What conversation?

Jason: *plays recording*

Jason: *on the recording* Bruce, can Roy live in our garage for as long as he wants?

Jason: *mimics Bruce’s voice* He sure can!

Dick: Bruce! What were you thinking?

Bruce: Hn. That’s not my voice.

Jason: Oh, everybody says that when they hear themselves on tape.