Red Robin: Wow. You’re right.
Robin: Why is that surprising, Drake?
Red Robin: Wow. You’re right.
Robin: Why is that surprising, Drake?
Beast Boy: Must you interrupt?
Robin: I’m just trying to use our time more efficiently.
Beast Boy: *muttering* Well, it doesn’t make you any more likeable.
So you do like Damian, huh?
Robin: I don’t agree.
Red Robin: Right, of course you don’t. Because, you know, tact is not your strong suit.
When Nightwing suggests that it might be a good “brotherly bonding” activity for you to investigate a case together…
Red Robin: *pointing to a partially hidden footprint* You should have seen this, Damian, but you were expending too much effort trying to undermine me.
Robin: I assure you that it takes no effort whatsoever.
Jon: Why are you so horrible?
Damian: I’m not. I’m that first sip of a fine wine that you have not yet learned to appreciate.
Damian, sweetheart, Jon’s 10… and you’re 13. Wine, really? *facepalms*
Red Robin: Wow. You’re a stronger kid than I was.
Robin: Making you look bad is one of the things that keeps me going.
Damian: Drake. I often find you to be a real pain in my butt.
Tim: *deadpan* Wow. If I weren’t so shocked, I might be offended.
Dick: It’s like looking for a prize at the bottom of a cereal box!
Damian: Apparently, you and I eat different kinds of cereal.
See, your older brother prefers those sugary ones with cartoony characters on the box. Where do you think he gets all that energy and enthusiasm?
When Batman grounds your older brother…
Robin: *studying a case on the Batcomputer*
Red Hood: *whistles “Call Me Maybe” while putting his newly cleaned guns away*
Robin: -Tt-
Robin: *resumes working*
Red Hood: *slides across the cave on a chair with wheels, making screeching sounds*
Robin: Hrrrn. *clenching his teeth*
Red Hood: Hey, Little D –
Robin: Todd, if I must babysit you, you become a hindrance and I can’t have that.
And that is why Bruce came home to see Jason gagged and tied to the giant Joker card.
Damian: Todd, let it go. I’m faster than you.
Jason: If only there were some way we could settle this once and for all, but how?
Damian: You seriously want to race me? I won the Gotham City Half-Marathon last year!
Jason: Okay, I’m half-scared.
Damian:
Damian: Okay, we do need to do this. I’ll go change.
It’s a trap, Little D.