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Nightwing: *sighs*
Nightwing: Just go, Bruce. I don’t want you to be late for whatever it is you’re hiding from me.
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.
Also Damian: *looks around in a slight panic to check if anyone heard what he just said*
Bruce: Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite Robin?
Dick: Bruuuuce. Come on!
Bruce: I think instinctively you must know…
Dick: I mean, it’s like…
Bruce: I mean you’ve gotten away with everything…
Dick: *giggles* Bruce, you don’t have to say that…
Bruce: You’ll always be my little bo–
Door: *thud thud thud*
Batman: *muffled* Nightwing, get up. It’s time for patrol.
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And it had been such a nice dream, too.

Crashing into your brother’s apartment post-patrol to borrow a shirt…
Red Hood [to Dick]: I get all the history lessons that I need just by looking at your wardrobe.
Remember Nightwing’s pregnancy scare?
Jason [to Dick]: I know that you’ll be a good father, Dick. A really good one. Because you’re tough, and you’re kind, and you’re smart.
Jason: And if you tell anyone that I said that, I will deny it.
Dick: *knocks on Damian’s bedroom door*
Dick: Little D, hey, I just came up to see what you were doing.
Dick: And maybe stop you.
Dick: *won’t stop making puns during family dinner*
Jason: *puts his utensils down, wipes his mouth with a napkin, sighs, and looks his older brother in the eye*
Jason: Everything you just said makes me want to give you a wedgie in front of the others.