incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Paintball war at the Manor…

Dick: *whispering* Why did the Resurrected Robins stop firing?

Tim: *listening to every sound* I don’t know… They’re probably out of ammo.

Jason: *yelling from a makeshift fort in Damian’s room* Hey, Fake-Dead Robins, we are giving you a chance to surrender!

Dick: *aims his paintball marker at the draped Batman bedsheet* Yeah, they’re definitely out of ammo.

Jason: *reloading*

Tim: *yelling from behind a grandfather clock* Real guns don’t count, dude!

Damian:

Dick: *yelling from beside Tim* Neither do blades, Little D, sorry!

Damian: *putting his katana back in his closet* -Tt-

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Jay’s got ammo, alright. @jasontoddbestafterdeath

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

When your eldest brother asks you to look after his Blüdhaven apartment while he’s away on a mission…

Red Robin: Oh, come on, Dick’s a grown man. He can take care of himself.

Red Hood: *opens the refrigerator to reveal a bottle of curdy milk, a half-eaten sandwich, and a bowl of soggy Cheerios*

Red Hood: *looking unimpressed* You really believe that?

a-wayne-at-heart:

Bomb diffusal…

Robin [on the Comm Link]: What’s going on?

Superboy: The timer sped up!

Robin: What? Did you cut the green wire?

Kid Flash: Yes! Roger! Steven! Whoever!

Robin: What were the last two letters?

Kid Flash: B as in Butthole!

Superboy: Dick, what do we do here?

Kid Flash: And M as in Mancy!

Robin: What?

Supeboy: M as in what?

Kid Flash: Mancy. What did you think I said?

Robin: “Nancy”! You idiot!

Superboy: Dick, tell me what to do!

Robin: So, do ya’ll have parachutes?

Superboy: No!

Robin: Well, that would’ve been, you know, problem solved.

Superboy: Dick!

Robin: I don’t know. Push it off with your big-ass hands. Good luck, dudes.

a-wayne-at-heart:

Sorting stacks of old case files at the Batcave…

Dick: You know I think we’re making some real progress.

Tim: Where, in opposite world? We’re never gonna finish all this!

Damian: We could if certain people would help. -Tt-

Jason: *standing behind stacks of cardboard boxes* I’m sorry, are you addressing me? Because your authority is not recognized in Fort Kickass.