Tim: *whispering* What’s your hurry?

Jason: *grabbing his leather jacket and kicking three-day-old garbage underneath the sofa* This place is depressing.

Dick: *yelling from the kitchen* Hey! I live here!

Jason: *yelling back* And I’m sure it’s a blast once you get used to it!

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Maybe if you cleaned up once in a while before these family visits, Nightwing…

When the Teen Titans won’t take your leadership seriously…

Robin: *storming out of the Tower conference room* I’ll show them who’s “just a kid”!

Nightwing: *yelling from across the hall* Damian, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!

a-wayne-at-heart:

Damian: Drake.

Tim: Brat. The bet ends today. Are you ready?

Damian: I was born ready.

Tim: To lose? The whole question was, “Are you ready to lose?” and you said you were born that way.

Damian: Twist my words all you want.

Tim: Okay.

Damian: I’m winning this bet.

Jason: What bet? What’re you guys talking about?

Dick: Seriously? The bet? They’ve been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doin’ all day?

Jason: Nothin’. Why, you wanna hang out?

When you get off patrol and your little brother insists that you read him a bedtime story…

Dick: Then the prince and the princess… got, um, married and lived happily ever after…

Damian: Then what happened, Grayson?

Dick: Uh… They had… thirty sons and thirty daughters.

Damian: What were their names?

Dick: Hmm… Dennis… Brad… Mavis… Brad… Bra… ZzzzZzz…

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *tugs on his blanket and covers his snoring older brother with it*

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Who needs TV when you’ve got family?

Dick: *brings in freshly popped popcorn from the kitchen*

Jason: *plumps up two beanbags on the floor*

Dick: *sinks into a beanbag* I love watching Tim and Damian try to work together.

Jason: *munching on popcorn* Yeah, it’s like if Alien and Predator decided to go partners in a Jamba Juice.