When you can’t win an argument with your older brother…
Damian: That is exactly what a teenage girl sounds like! Maybe you should be watching “Twilight”, Todd!
Jason: Seen it. Team Edward.
When you can’t win an argument with your older brother…
Damian: That is exactly what a teenage girl sounds like! Maybe you should be watching “Twilight”, Todd!
Jason: Seen it. Team Edward.
Red Hood: *glares at criminal*
Red Hood: I’m going to go oil my chainsaw.
Red Robin: What?
Nightwing: *whispering* Jay, we don’t need the chainsaw. Is that what’s in that bag?
Red Hood: Oh, we do. Because drawing a confession out of someone is like doing a beautiful dance. A beautiful dance with a chainsaw.
Red Robin: He makes less and less sense as the days go by.
Must be all that Lazarus Pit fluid.
Red Hood: *glares at criminal*
Red Hood: I’m going to go oil my chainsaw.
Red Robin: What?
Nightwing: *whispering* Jay, we don’t need the chainsaw. Is that what’s in that bag?
Red Hood: Oh, we do. Because drawing a confession out of someone is like doing a beautiful dance. A beautiful dance with a chainsaw.
Red Robin: He makes less and less sense as the days go by.
Must be all that Lazarus Pit fluid.
Damian: I am not ten! You cannot send me out to play!
Bruce: *sighs*
So much for that “catching up on childhood” that you wanted him to do, huh?
Dick: *walks in on Tim and Damian playing Arkham Knight together*
Dick: You’re not the fun brother, Tim! I’m the fun brother!
Learn to share your baby brother, Richard. (Just kidding. I’m sure he’d love it if his brothers stopped trying to mangle each other.)
Green Lantern: *looking around the Batcave in awe* Is Bats a hoarder?
Alfred: When people are as wealthy as Master Bruce, we call them “collectors”.
Barbara: I don’t know how you guys live with yourselves.
Dick: *grins* One day at a time.
Jason: *scoffs* One day at a time.
Tim: *yawns* One day at a time.
At a Wayne Foundation gala…
Dick: *talking animatedly*
Jason:
Dick: *laughing hysterically at his own joke*
Jason:
Dick: *wiping tears off his eyes*
Jason: Are you wearing make-up?
Dick: I’m always wearing a little bit of foundation, but that’s not the point.
Red Robin: *snoring loudly with half of his body sticking out of the Redbird and saliva running down his jaw*
Nightwing: How many sleeping pills did you give Tim?
Red Hood: I don’t know. Seven? Twelve?
Nightwing: You had a bad shoulder and that’s why you could never play catch with me while I was Robin, right?
Batman: Riiiiiight.