Bruce: Jason, I can forgive the smoking, but I can’t forgive the lie.
Alfred: *glares at Bruce*
Bruce: Or the smoking.
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Alfred raised you both right.
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Nightwing: We were all concerned about you, Jay!
Red Hood: Oh, yeah, the guys you sent to incapacitate me looked really worried.
Mission up in the Himalayan Mountains…
Red Robin: I’m feeling perfectly warm.
Red Hood: That’s because you’re like a little Komodo dragon. An ice queen.
Red Robin: Or because I remembered to wear my thermal underwear.
Red Hood: I’ll give you $50 for it right now.

Imagine: Dick listening as Bruce gives instructions, then noticing Jason and Damian sneaking into the Batmobile.
Good older brothers don’t tattle.
When Jason finds a way into the Fifth Dimension,uncertain of what – or who – exactly he’s facing, knowing only that Tim’s in there somewhere and that he’s not leaving without his younger brother…
Red Hood [to an astral projection of Mister Mxyzptlk]: I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money…
Red Hood: But what I do have is a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for creatures like you.
Red Hood: If you let my brother go now, that will be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not pursue you.
Red Hood: But if you don’t, I will look for you.
Red Hood: I will find you.
Red Hood: And I will kill you.
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Astral projection of Batman from out of nowhere: Jason, we do not kill.
Tim: I want to tell you my secret now.
Conner: Okay…
Tim: I see dead people.
Conner: …
Conner: In your dreams? While you’re awake? Dead people, like, in graves, in coffins?
Tim: Walking around like regular people.
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Okay, first of all, those’re just Jason and Damian walking around the Manor. Secondly, GET SOME SLEEP, Timothy.
Damian: *arranging limited-edition figurines of Batman, Nightwing, Robin and Superboy on his shelf*
Jason: Ah. Your doll collection.
Damian: These are not dolls, Todd. These are commodities. Same as gold or oil.
Dick: Hey, Little Wing.
Jason: Screw you.
Damian: Excuse me, that is no way to address a superior.
Jason: Oh, yeah? Screw you, too.
Tim: *walking into the room and bumping into Jason, who’s fumingly on his way out*
Tim: Whoa. What was that all about?
Alfred: *gives them a pointed look*
Alfred: You all forgot his death anniversary. It was yesterday.

Imagine: Damian, asking advice from Alfred.
Come to think of it, that’s actually Ra’s al Ghul he’s talking to…
Preparing for a Wayne Foundation gala…
Dick: *winking, grinning, and making kissy faces at the mirror* Would you consider us adorable?
Jason: *straightening his bowtie and running his hand through his hair* No. We’re adult men. We’re cute.