Being Red Hood’s wife be like…
You: Jason, honey, when you’re talking to me about the fifty thousand dollars worth of ammo you and Roy just bought, don’t smile like that.
Being Red Hood’s wife be like…
You: Jason, honey, when you’re talking to me about the fifty thousand dollars worth of ammo you and Roy just bought, don’t smile like that.
Batman: Relaxing makes me tense.
Damian: You are the worst vacation-taker in the world!
Damian: *stomps up the stairs, goes to his bedroom, and slams the door shut*
Bruce:
Alfred:
Bruce: *shrugs*
Alfred: *sighs, shakes his head, and walks away*
So your father left a realistic blow-up version of himself inside the tent then went off-planet to respond to a Justice League S.O.S. while you roasted marshmallows and waited six hours for him to come out and regale you with stories of his early vigilante days by a campfire…
He still loves you, kid.
Robin: I don’t agree.
Red Robin: Right, of course you don’t. Because, you know, tact is not your strong suit.
Batman: Basil, if you need anything…
Clayface: Maybe I could steal your identity?
When Nightwing suggests that it might be a good “brotherly bonding” activity for you to investigate a case together…
Red Robin: *pointing to a partially hidden footprint* You should have seen this, Damian, but you were expending too much effort trying to undermine me.
Robin: I assure you that it takes no effort whatsoever.
Red Robin: Wow. You’re a stronger kid than I was.
Robin: Making you look bad is one of the things that keeps me going.
Nightwing: *walking in on a 100% stunned, sweaty, and unmoving Red Hood being tightly hugged by Batman in the Batcave*
Nightwing: Is it me or did it just get totally awkward in here?
Said Dick Grayson, seconds before running to them and joining the hugfest.
Damian: Drake. I often find you to be a real pain in my butt.
Tim: *deadpan* Wow. If I weren’t so shocked, I might be offended.
Dick: It’s like looking for a prize at the bottom of a cereal box!
Damian: Apparently, you and I eat different kinds of cereal.
See, your older brother prefers those sugary ones with cartoony characters on the box. Where do you think he gets all that energy and enthusiasm?