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.

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*