Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Red Hood: *spits out his drink* What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *heating leftovers in the kitchen* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Red Hood: *spits out his drink* What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *heating leftovers in the kitchen* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Those oh-so-rare family camping trips be like…
Jason: *loading tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and concealed weapons into the Batvan*
Damian: *securing Batcow’s trailer*
Dick: *staring questioningly at Tim while applying sunblock on his face*
Tim: *carrying case files in one hand and a coffee mug in the other* I don’t know why you guys can’t go without me and just Photoshop me in.
Tim and Damian: *throwing threats at each other*
Dick and Jason: *watching from the couch, eating popcorn*
Dick: Jay, who would you choose? Timmy or Dami?
Jason: It’s none of our business. Tim.
Batman: Where have you been?
Nightwing: Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I not scale down a ninety-foot cliff and run here with a piece of machinery strapped to my back fast enough for you?
Batman: Where have you been?
Nightwing: Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I not scale down a ninety-foot cliff and run here with a piece of machinery strapped to my back fast enough for you?
Dick: I can’t believe Tim’s sleeping.
Jason: I had the Little Brat give him two Valiums.
Dick: Why? Was he in a lot of pain?
Jason: Nah. He just wouldn’t shut up.
Jason: So, who’d you side with, Tim or Damian?
Dick: Neither. I just pretended that I was paged by Bruce, and then when they said that they didn’t hear anything, I called them both liars and somersaulted away.
Jason: Smooth.
Batman: *holding Damian by the scruff of the neck*
Robin: *growling and attempting to free himself*
Batman: This is, uh… *clears his throat* This is my son.
Wonder Woman: Your offspring is adorable! May I keep him?
Nightwing: *panting after having sprinted from across the hall* NO! No, you – you certainly may n-not!
Nightwing: Damian, um… The mission that I’m leaving for tomorrow… It’s actually a lot longer than I let on.
Robin: What, Grayson, like three days?
Nightwing: No…
Robin: Four days?
Nightwing: Six months.
Robin: Five days?
Dropping by your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Red Hood: *withdraws his hand in disgust* Why is there milk-soaked cereal in the silverware drawer?
Dick: Oh, you mean, why is there silverware in the cereal drawer? *winks*
Red Hood:
Red Hood: *takes a photo and texts it to Alfred*