Tim: I think that if you really like this girl, you should just trust her.
Dick: Thanks, Tim.
Jason: Or you could follow her and see where she goes.
Tim: Oh, that’s what I would do. Forget mine.
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We expect nothing less from you boys. You are Batman’s sons after all.
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Jason: Hey, so you’re planning a surprise birthday party for the old Bat? I think he’s onto you.
Dick: Yeah, so please, please, please don’t say anything to Bruce.
Jason: You want me to lie to him?
Dick: Is that a problem?
Jason: Nah.
When you’ve got overprotective brothers…
Dick: *whistles*
Jason: *shines knife blade with his leather jacket*
Damian: *holds Goliath by the leash*
Cassandra: So, I can date him?
Tim: Absolutely not. You don’t know a thing about this guy. Aside from this totally comprehensive background check.
When your vegetarian youngest brother would rather bake for you than tell you he loves you…
Jason: Dick, I don’t think Damian’s cupcakes are edible.
Dick: They’re tofu, Jay. Just keep chewing.
Bruce: It’s tough love.
Dick: You do know that there are other kinds, right?
After contacting Red Hood while strapped upside-down to a ticking time bomb…
Batman (Dick) [to Robin]: Great. Our fate rests in our black sheep of a brother who’s just broken out of the prison we sent him to. I’m sure he’s just leaping to help.
On his first night at Wayne Manor…
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow will be different. It has to be.
I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine. Thank you. Yes. Much better”.
I will no longer be the boy who lost his parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through.
– Dick
Batman: *enters the Batcave, half-naked in a singed and tattered Batsuit*
Batman: *heads directly to the Batcomputer, limping, dripping blood on the ground*
Nightwing:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Alfred:
Red Hood: Did you get in a tickle fight with Edward Scissorhands?
Tim: *whispering* What’s your hurry?
Jason: *grabbing his leather jacket and kicking three-day-old garbage underneath the sofa* This place is depressing.
Dick: *yelling from the kitchen* Hey! I live here!
Jason: *yelling back* And I’m sure it’s a blast once you get used to it!
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Maybe if you cleaned up once in a while before these family visits, Nightwing…
Mornings at the Batcave…
Tim: *downing a cup of espresso* Okay, we all know why we’re here, right?
Dick: *still in just boxer shorts, yawning and shaking his head*
Jason: *groans* No. Why?
Tim: To fight Damian, the bully. That tiny tween has been tormenting all of us for years, and I for one am sick of it! I can’t promise you victory. I can’t promise you good times. But the one thing I do know –
Dick and Jason: *head back to the Manor*
Tim: Whoa! Whoa! I promise you victory! I promise you good times!