Overheard from within the Manor game room at 4:15 AM…
Jason [to Tim]: Once you reach Level 16, you can see the color blurple.
Or the moment Bruce realized that his sons were never going to sleep. (They really do take after him.)
Overheard from within the Manor game room at 4:15 AM…
Jason [to Tim]: Once you reach Level 16, you can see the color blurple.
Or the moment Bruce realized that his sons were never going to sleep. (They really do take after him.)
Getting to know the rogues be like…
Harley Quinn: I’m a shrink, toots. Words are my weapons.
Red Hood: And I’m the Red Hood. Weapons are my weapons.
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *preparing servings of Eggs Benedict*
Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*
Dick: *choosing among his alphabetically arranged cereals*
Damian: *feeding grains to Jerry the Turkey by hand while whistling Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 9”.
Tim: *grappling with Jason, who’s tightly holding onto the last packet of instant coffee in the Manor, on the kitchen floor*
Tim: I’ll imaginary-sleep when I’m imaginary-dead!
Tim: I love you.
Tim: That being said, Damian gives me the creeps. So, for a romantic night in, how about we install security cameras and an alarm? *wags eyebrows*
Steph: *deadpan* Be still my heart.
Why the Robins steer clear of their sleep-deprived, caffeine-fueled, case-obsessed brother…
Jason: *taps Tim on the shoulder*
Tim: I am going to have to ask you to calm down, Jay, or I will have to taze you in the face.
Batman: *reads article in Gotham Gazette about Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin, and around 5 million dollars-worth of property damage*
Batman: Hrrrn.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin: …
Batman:
Batman: *sighs*
Batman: *takes out check book*
Batman: I prefer you screw up while not wearing your uniforms.
Of the few things that make the coolest, sassiest butler in all of comics lose his cool…
Alfred: Master Dick, WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!
When you’re bored and trying to stay awake during one of Batman’s “lectures”…
Red Hood: *points at Batman, whispering* Pew, pew! Pew!
Red Hood: *blows imaginary smoke off finger guns, then tucks them into imaginary holsters*
Red Hood: I’m so good it’s stupid. I’m stupid good.
Red Robin: *overhears him from behind*
Red Robin: *with rings around drooping eyelids, drinking his fifteenth cup of coffee for the day* No. Just stupid.
When you’re bored and trying to stay awake during one of Batman’s “lectures”…
Red Hood: *points at Batman, whispering* Pew, pew! Pew!
Red Hood: *blows imaginary smoke off finger guns, then tucks them into imaginary holsters*
Red Hood: I’m so good it’s stupid. I’m stupid good.
About his family’s penchant for secret identities…
Red Hood: We’re so off the grid that I think we’re back on the grid.
The thing is, this is… pretty canon.