Tag: grumpy old kid

In the middle of a firefight and they’re horribly outnumbered…

Red Hood: What do you want me to do? *cocks both guns*

Robin: Stay alive, Todd… or don’t!

Red Hood: I’m on it! *jumps into the fray*

*shakes head* Robins.   

“What If” with the Super Sons…

Robin: *typing on the Batcomputer*

Superboy: *whistling*

Robin: *pauses typing* -Tt-

Superboy: Hey, Damian, if you were a post-apocalyptic survivor –

Robin: I would raise goats, hoard cinnamon, and only travel at night. But, please, Kent, I have some work to do here.

Tim: Drop it, brat.

Damian: Can’t do that, Drake.

Jason: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Tim and Damian: Stay in the car!

Jason: Technically, I still have one foot in the car.

Red Robin: *referring to Damian’s sword* Drop it, brat.

Robin: *tightening his grip* Can’t do that, Drake.

Red Hood: Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let’s just, let’s just take a minute here. Remember, we’re a family –

Red Robin and Robin: Stay in the car!

Red Hood: Technically, I still have one foot in the car –

When your little brother reconfigures the newly installed, magnetic, handprint-activated steel doors at the Manor…

Jason: *trapped between the door and the wall*

Jason: Damian? Open the door, little buddy.

Tim: Open it, Damian.

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *opens the outer door*

Jason: Okay. Nice, kid. Now, coud you open the one that’s currently chopping me in half?

Superboy: *in kryptonite-lined handcuffs* Damian, I’m handcuffed!

Robin: Relax, Kent. Handcuffs are a cinch.

Superboy: Really?

Robin: Yeah. There’s a bone in your thumb. Tiny bone. Really easy to break. What you’re gonna want to do is you’re gonna want to apply torsional pressure to it until it snaps.

Superboy: I’m not gonna break my bone!

Robin: Well, in that case, you are screwed.