Nightwing: I’m going to hug you.
Batman: Thank you for the warning.
Tag: dick grayson
Bruce: My last will and testament is three hundred and twelve pages long.
Dick: Mine’s written on a sticky note. “Everything goes back to Batman.” But don’t worry, don’t worry. I used your real name to keep it legal.
Damian: *puts on noise-cancelling earphones after overhearing Bruce and Dick yelling at each other*
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: I hate it when father and father fight.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: *drinking his twelfth cup of coffee* If Jerry the Turkey didn’t belong in the oven, then why did he fit?
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In which Dick and Jason race to save their little brother’s beloved pet (lest the War of the Century begin in the Wayne household).
Batman: Where have you been?
Nightwing: Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I not scale down a ninety-foot cliff and run here with a piece of machinery strapped to my back fast enough for you?
Nightwing [to Batman]: Like it or not, you have a funny way of growing on people, old man.
Jason [about Roy and Kory]: I miss those guys.
Dick: I know. Me, too.
Dick: *about to tickle Jason* Now who’s the sensitive little flower?
Cleaning up the Batcave (as punishment from Alfred for partying too hard in there with the other Titans)…
Dick [to Jason]: Hey, you missed a spot.
Jason [pointing at Tim’s face]: So did you.
Kory: *horrified, with her palms still smoking* I’m sorry I almost killed you.
Dick: *heart eyes* That’s all right. I need to be more careful next time.
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And all he had been trying to do was tickle her from behind as she prepared breakfast for them, Rachel and Gar.
Listening to Dick and Kory argue for about the hundredth time on their road trip…
Gar: *drinking the Capri Sun that Kory stuffed in his sweater pocket* Are you picking up on the chemistry that’s going on?
Rachel: *rummaging through the backpack that Dick packed for her* It’s like they’re married.

Dick: *scoffs* @spaceprincessem What, you actually think we’re like some married couple? So maybe Rach and Gar kind of need parents right now. And maybe we’re “co-parenting” or whatever. But does that automatically make us marr–
Kory: Dick, who’re you talking to?
Dick: No one, Hone– Kory! I meant, Kory.