Sparring session at the Batcave…

Nightwing: *lights up escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *cocks guns*

Red Robin: *twirls Bo staff*

Robin: *pulls sword out of scabbard*

Robin: *pushes it back*

Red Robin: *smirks* What are you afraid of?

Robin: I’m afraid I’m gonna hit you all so hard that I’ll be an only child.


And he didn’t mean that to be cocky this time. It’s a legitimate concern.

At the Batcave’s Minor Procedures Room…

Alfred: *filling a syringe with anesthesia*

Red Hood: *gripping Damian’s hand with both of his*

Red Hood: It’s okay, little buddy, I’m right here with you. Go ahead, Alf.

Robin: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Red Hood: Hey, please go easy on the kid!

Robin: No, you’re squishing my hand, Todd!

Red Hood: Oh. Sorry. But did you feel the shot?

Robin: *glances at the newly emptied syringe being held by Alfred*

Robin: No.

Red Hood: You’re welcome.

Alfred: Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in your room, Master Jason.

Red Hood: I’d prefer a morphine drip and a sponge bath, but the kid needs me!

Tim: *sobbing on the couch*

Damian: *pushes Tim, forcing him to scoot over, and grabs the remote*

Tim: I’m sorry, is the fact that my life’s falling apart interfering with your TV show?

Damian: *tunes in to Animal Planet*

Damian: *munching on popcorn* It is.