Robin: Todd, I’m going to jump off this skyscraper.
Red Hood: You know, kid, as the only adult here, I feel like I should say something.
Robin: What?
Red Hood: Cool!
Tag: grumpy old kid
Red Hood: *enters the Wayne Manor* I hate this place.
Damian: *shuts the door behind him* It hates you, Todd.
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Jason, we all know that is one big, fat lie. And, Damian, no.
Dick: Uh-oh. Damian’s gonna be mad.
Tim: Yeah, well, he’s twelve and tiny. What’s he going to do? Kick my ass?
Tim’s Brain: Again?
Dick: …
Tim: *two black eyes and a broken arm*
Damian: *three missing teeth*
Dick: *sighs and gestures to two chairs in front of him*
Dick: Why don’t you tell me what happened, and in a gentle and loving way, I’ll explain to you why you’re both wrong.
While Nightwing recuperates from a nasty encounter with Red Hood…
Tim [to Dick]: Remind me to beat some sense into our brother once you’re healthy.
Damian [to Tim]: Remind me to remind you to get in line.
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They’re pretty protective of their eldest.
Entering Robin’s room be like…
Jason: *whispering* It’s quiet.
Tim: *hissing* Of course it’s quiet. It’s a trap.
Damian: *a pair of narrowed eyes in the shadows*
Damian [on the Comm Link]: Todd, I broke my last saxophone reed, and I need you to get me a new one.
Red Hood: *reloading his guns while hiding behind barrels as bullets whizz past him* Uh, isn’t this the kind of thing Alfred’s better at?
Damian: I called him. He’s not home. I also tried Father, Grayson, Drake, Brown, Thomas, and the Commissioner, Barbara’s father.
Red Hood: *twisting a criminal’s arm and throwing another across the wall* Wow, and after them, out of all the people in the world, you chose me.
At a “field trip” to S.T.A.R. Labs…
Jason: *poking at the reptilian creature on his head* This feels so weird. What does it eat?
Scientist: Oh, just human brains.
Damian: Well, at least Todd has nothing to worry about.
Damian [on the Comm Link]: *sniffling and sneezing*
Damian: Why are you trying to turn this into a fight, Grayson? I called to yell at you for getting me sick.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: Take care. Bye. *click*
Nightwing: *grinning* I love you, too.
Meeting Batman’s “blood son” for the first time…
Alfred: Master Damian, you cannot leave the table until you’ve finished your Lobster Thermidor.
Damian: Well, then, I shall sit here until one of us expires, and you’ve got a good forty years on me, old man!