Playing old school games at the Manor be like…
Jason: I’ll never be a cop! I’ll have to be a robber.
Playing old school games at the Manor be like…
Jason: I’ll never be a cop! I’ll have to be a robber.
Steph: If you don’t like what I’m tweeting, then don’t follow me, Tim! *types on her cellphone*
Tim: Uh, what are you doing?
Steph: I’m live-tweeting this dumb-ass conversation!
Tim: Is that a threat, Brat?
Damian: Why, yes! I thought that was obvious, Drake.
When Alfred’s away on vacation and you’ve got to do the grocery shopping yourself…
Bruce [to clerk]: I would like twelve eggs…
Bruce: *tries to read Dick’s smudged handwriting on his palm* … and part of a dead animal. Dealer’s choice. Please and thank you.
Jason: *walks into Tim’s bedroom* Hey, Timbo –
Jason: *gags and bends over to catch his breath*
Jason: It smells like some vomit took a dump in here.
In which the stench leads Alfred from the kitchen to his location.
Training sessions at the Batcave be like…
Batman: *powers off the villain generator*
Batman: *watches as his sons get up from the various places they ended up in, dust off their bloody and singed suits, and groan in pain*
Batman: …
Batman: Well, this simulated disaster is a total disaster.
Alfred: *goes upstairs to grab some tea and medical supplies*
And it’s this familiarity with homemade disasters that makes the Robins experts on the field.
When your little brother asks you how to get “street cred”…
Jason [to Damian]: The next thing you’ll want to do is ditch the feline and get yourself a proper canine. Any dog under fifty pounds is a cat, and cats are pointless.
In which it’s a good thing Red Hood’s got a helmet to hide all the claw-shaped scratches on his face.
Tim: *says he swears he sees Kon’s framed photo on his wall move by itself from time to time*
Jason: Your safe house isn’t haunted, bro. You’re lonely.
Red Robin: *crouching behind the giant coin in the Batcave*
Nightwing: *walks in*
Red Robin: *to his walkie-talkie* The Hug Machine is here. I repeat, the Hug Machine is here. Smiling on all cylinders.
The rest of the Batfamily: *temporarily stop brooding to find hiding places*
Dick tends to get in the way of angst and sadness.
At the Annual Justice League Talent Competition…
Robin: *watches his brothers performing onstage*
Robin: That is my band. I didn’t recognize them without me because I’m the only one that matters.
And this is why they kicked you out, Dami.