Tim: Have I told you how incredibly attractive you are, Ms. Fox?

Tam: No…

Jason: *walking into the room* You told me she was cute.

Tim: No, I didn’t!

Jason: I remember, ‘cause you said not to say anything in front of Tam.

Because trying to get your two brothers to work with each other can be a lot harder than pulling teeth…

Red Robin: We’re going to kill each other, Dick!

Robin: *snarls*

Nightwing: *sighs* Well, fine. Kill each other. Just do it together.

When your son tries to convince you that creating a clothing brand for superheroes is a good idea…

Bruce: Dick, you don’t know the first thing about running a business.

Dick: But there’s no risk, B.

Bruce: Why not?

Dick: Because it’s your money!

When concern over your sleep-deprived brother leads you to search his room and find a shady, little bag of…

Damian: *grabbing Tim by the lapel and shaking him furiously* Are you on dope, Drake? Are you?

Dick: Because we can help get you clean! There’s counseling, hospitalization –

Jason: And my foot kicking your ass!


For your information, it’s a special coffee formula that can keep him awake for an entire week, but he appreciates you kicking down his door and ransacking his room at three in the morning.

Jason: *faces the camera after watching Tim tackle Damian to the ground as the latter yells insults at the former*

Jason: So, my brothers are, like, fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides. *lights a cigarette and takes a drag* But I can’t. Because they’re both idiots.

Breaking into a top secret facility be like…

Red Hood: There’s no alarm system. Got a credit card?

Red Robin: Why? You’re going to pick the locks?

Red Hood: *pulls a grenade out of his jacket* No. You’re gonna need to pay for the damages.