Nightwing: *staring at broken frames with pictures of Batman and Jason as Robin in them*

Red Hood: *shrugs* We deal with stress differently. You reminisce. I smash things.

– • – • – • – • –

Like you weren’t crying like a baby while doing it, Jay.

Tim: *turns on his boombox and tunes it to an 80s pop music station*

Tim: *gets up on the table and starts dancing the “running man”*

Bruce:

Dick:

Babs:

Jason:

Steph:

Cass:

Damian: -Tt-

Duke:

Alfred:

Tim: I’m rocking so much adrenaline right now! My blood is basically Red Bull!

Alfred: *nods at Jason*

Jason: *tackles Tim in the middle of the “cabbage patch”*

Alfred: *waits for the table to be cleared of his grandsons, then lays out breakfast entrèes for everyone*

– • – • – • – • –

Good morning from the Manor!

Red Robin: *panicking because, for the first time in like forvever, he’s stumped by a supervillain computer program that’s right in front of him*

Nightwing: *slaps him playfully on the back* I’ve seen you hack a thermometer, Tim. This is amateur hour.

When your little brother’s grounded from patrolling but Batman left you to babysit so you have to bring him with you at all times…

Robin: *sulking* I have to be in the car alone?

Red Hood: *sighhhhhhhhhs*

Red Hood: Would you rather be in the building with the gun-toting drug dealers?