On the run…
Red Hood [to Robin, about Titus]: I don’t want that dog dribbling on my seats.
Red Robin: Your seats? Jason, this is a stolen car, man.
Tag: family patrol nights
When a supervillain breaks into Wayne Manor (somehow)…
Robin: *stands in between the villain and Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Alfred, and Titus*
Robin: I don’t want anything to happen –
Nightwing: *heart flutters*
Robin: – to the dog.
When “dead Robins” team up…
Red Hood: What are we going to do?
Robin: *flicks a lighter open* I could start a fire.
Red Hood: No!
Red Hood: But keep that in your back pocket.
When you realize that your annoying little brother’s actually good for something…
Red Hood and Red Robin: *watching as Robin swiftly deciphers ancient symbols on the walls of a supervillain’s lair*
Red Hood: *whispering* That little turd could end up being our Rosetta Stone.
When an alien trying to take over the Earth lands in Gotham City…
Red Hood: *jumps over cars and debris to get to the alien ship*
Red Robin: What’re you gonna do, Hood?
Red Hood: Show it what a real monster looks like.
Running after a criminal who turns out to be a speedster be like…
Red Hood: If I were to speculate from your labored breathing…
Red Robin: I lost her.
Red Hood: That would be it.
Red Robin [on the comm link]: *hacking into the security cameras of the warehouse to keep an eye out for Jason* You’re in danger.
Red Hood: *dodging a samurai sword from behind him by a half an inch* Thanks, buddy. I just figured that out.
Watching as a Godzilla-like creature terrorizes Gotham City…
Nightwing: *lighting up his escrima sticks* What do you give for our odds? About 50-50?
Red Hood: *doing a mental inventory of the explosives in his suit* That’s what I like about you, Dick. You’re an optimist.
Post-mission debriefing…
Red Hood:
Nightwing:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Red Hood: Who can blame me for having a little fun? 🤷♂
Nightwing: I can.
Red Robin: Me, too.
Robin: -Tt-
Batman: *discussing the do’s and don’ts for an upcoming mission*
Red Hood [to The Signal]: *whispering* Don’t worry about it, man.
Red Hood: *gestures to his brothers and to himself* You’re kind of like a Robin now. We make our own rules.
Nightwing: *winks*
Red Robin: *grins*
Robin: *salutes*
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Bros before… broody, mood-killing, adoptive fathers clad in leather.