Bruce: I mean, yes, I threw you into the deep end when you were a child, but you learned how to swim on your own.

Dick: You’re turning abandonment into a recipe for successful parenting?

Bruce: You can’t argue with success.


Oh, the beating you would’ve had if Alfred had caught you, Bruce.

When your little brother leaves his “experiments” lying around the kitchen…

Tim: *punching his own chest and spitting fluids back into his mug* I could have ingested a toxin, you brat!

Damian: Why don’t you ingest a cup of coffee and calm down?

When you forget to power down your suit and surprise chest-bump your brother…

Red Hood: *kneeling over Tim, slapping his face* Timbo, come on! Come on, say something –

Red Robin: *groans and tries to stand up* Don’t ever electrocute me again.

Red Hood: *yelling to the others* He’s fine! 


You might want to check the settings on that chest plate of yours, Jay.

Mission debriefing…

Nightwing: *holding a pair of handcuffs* This was supposed to be for our, um, frisky business.

Robin: I have an IQ of 200. Do you really think I don’t understand what you guys are talking about?

Red Hood: You might know what we’re talking about, but you won’t understand until you’re eighteen.

Mission briefing…

Nightwing: What is our number one problem right now?

Red Robin: *drinking his fifth espresso shot* I’m being forced to work with the brat who tried to murder me.

Robin: *crosses his arms* -Tt-