Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *staring out the kitchen window*

Damian: *grins to himself*

Alfred: Master Damian, your food’s ready.

Jason: No, no, what are you doing? He’s both happy and quiet. It’s like seeing a unicorn and Bigfoot at the same time.

Guess who lost the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissors battle to not accompany Damian gift shopping?

Damian [to employee]: If I were to give you this gift basket, based on that action alone, and no other data, infer and describe the hypothetical relationship that exists between us.

Employee: Excuse me?

Damian: Here. *hands gift basket to employee* Now, are we friends, colleagues, lovers? Are you my grandmother?

Employee: I don’t understand what you’re talking about, and you’re making me a little uncomfortable.

Jason: *grabs Damian by the scruff of his neck*

Jason: See, sounds just like you and Raven. We’ll take it.

Jason: *takes the gift basket and drags Damian away*

Guess who lost the Robins’ Rock, Paper, Scissors battle to not take care of the flu-ridden Batbrat?

Red Hood: *stops his motorcycle in front of The Cheesecake Factory*

Red Hood: *sighs*

Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Why didn’t you just have soup at home?

Damian: Todd, I have an IQ of 187. Pennyworth is on vacation. Don’t you imagine that if there were a way for me to have soup at home I would have thought of it?

Red Hood: You can have soup delivered.

Damian: *blows his nose*

Damian: I did not think of that.

When your little brother’s just a little too attached to his pets…

Damian: *enters the Batcave carrying Alfred the Cat and pulling Batcow by a leash*

Damian: Can you take a cat and a cow to the theater? 

Jason: Uhhh, no?

Tim: Of course not.

Damian: Okay. I just wanted them to hear it from somebody else. 

When all the grown-up PDA is just starting to make you belch…

Koriand’r: I must go, I must go. But not without a kiss.

Dick: Well, maybe I won’t kiss you, and then you’ll have to stay.

Damian: *muttering* Kiss her! Kiss her!