Tim: Jay, why did you take the blame?
Jason: I didn’t want you to wreck your life. You’ve got the brains and the talent to go as far as you want. And when you do, I’ll be right there to borrow money.
Tim: Jay, why did you take the blame?
Jason: I didn’t want you to wreck your life. You’ve got the brains and the talent to go as far as you want. And when you do, I’ll be right there to borrow money.
Bruce: Alfred refuses to tell anyone when his birthday is. He’s even had it redacted on all government documents.
Because he can.
Also, I couldn’t help but remember some of my favorite Bruce and Alfred moments in “Injustice: Gods Among Us” comics with this one. *smiles fondly at memory*
So handsome, so debonair, so…
Red Hood: I hope the rest of your day is cool beans. *finger guns*
… dorky.
When you and your brothers choose to ditch patrol and have an impromptu picnic instead…
Red Robin: Uh, guys? We don’t have the ingredients for S’mores.
Red Hood: We do.
Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *stare at him*
Red Hood: What? I always have emergency S’more rations in my motorcycle.
He’s got a lighter in case you want an impromptu bonfire, too.
When you teach your sons how to be financially responsible and ask them to present an account of their expenses…
Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian *hand over haphazardly stacked pieces of paper*
Bruce: Hn.
Bruce: Most of these aren’t even receipts. This one says, “I bought a Robmobile, 2010″.
Red Robin: You could go to jail. Jail, Jay. Jay, jail. Jail, Jay, jail. You could go to jail. Jail. Jail. Jail. Jail.
Red Hood: Are you broken?
Just hopped up on pure liquid caffeine.
And also yes.
Skimming the local newspaper to investigate a crime be like…
Batman: Have any of you found anything suspicious?
Red Hood: Yeah, actually. A citizen wrote in. He said that “Gotham City is great!”.
When your brothers are all set to go Trick-or-Treating but you’re still on the Batcomputer working on a case…
Dick (in a merman costume): Timmy… ?
Jason (in a Bizarro costume): He’s wearing a costume. He’s going as lame.
Jason: *hears a disturbing noise from the bedroom across his at the Manor*
Jason: *enters Tim’s and finds his brother sitting alone in the dark, in his Red Robin uniform, laughing maniacally*
Jason: Uh, Tim? Why are you laughing?
Tim: *hisses at the light from the doorway*
Tim: *squints and covers half of his face with a cape* Because my dream is dead.
Jason: *hands Tim a mug*
Tim: *takes a sip* Mm-hmm. What did you put in this sugar? It’s so good!
Jason: *blinks*
So, what, Timmy? Coffee tastes like water to you now?