Taking your circus-raised son to a gala be like…

Dick: *grabs three empty champagne flutes from a table*

Dick: Have you ever tried to juggle?

Bruce: Yes. I’m juggling my love for you and my embarrassment of you right now.

“Reaching out” to your youngest son be like…

Bruce: I’m sorry you’re upset, son. You know, sometimes people seek the comfort of physical contact in moments like this –

Damian: Father, I am not flying back to Gotham City just so Grayson can give me a hug.


There, there, Bruce.

On his first night at Wayne Manor…

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow will be different. It has to be. 

I will smile and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine. Thank you. Yes. Much better”. 

I will no longer be the boy who lost his parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through. 

– Dick

When The Flash messes with the timeline yet again…

Future Jason: Okay. If you’re me… then tell me something only I would know.

Jason: Dick Grayson. We were, uh… 15. He made us try on his Nightwing suit from the 80′s. It was gold and blue. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it.

Future Jason: Touché.   

When you’re all of a sudden sentimental during a family barbecue…

Dick: *stares at the Manor’s facade while grilling*

Dick: Someday, when I’m old and wrinkly, perhaps I’ll go back and look fondly at this house.

Jason: *sips beer* Well, stop in and say hi to me because I’ll still be here chilling in my basement bachelor pad.

Tim: *tosses a frisbee back to Damian* Make sure to water my backyard grave.

Jason: As long as I can dig you up and stick you on the front porch every Halloween.

Tim: Just don’t dress me up as a woman.

Jason: We’ll see.