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.
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The thing is, this is… pretty canon.
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.
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The thing is, this is… pretty canon.
Dick: *reads newspaper article about the Drake-Wayne/Fox engagement*
Dick [to Tim]: You intended to propose without telling me, your eldest and most good-looking brother?!
Damian: Keep pissing me off and I’m gonna rip your heart out, Drake, and that’s an organ you need!
Tim: *sips coffee* Actually, that’s a muscle.
Damian: Whatever!
You’re technically both right (it’s a muscular organ), but carry on.
Why the Robins steer clear of their tiny, flu-ridden brother…
Damian: *teary-eyed, sniffling, and lying in bed, covered in a blanket from head to toe*
Damian: *pulls out a katana* Rub my back at a medium, gentle pace, Todd.
Moments that make you go, “Now’s not the time, Jason”…
Thugs: *shooting at them from every direction*
Red Hood [to Red Robin]: Before I use you as a human shield, there are some things I need to say.
Red Hood: Alfred says I might have a concussion. I wasn’t able to pick up the little brat from school this morning. Oh, and get this, I have a concussion!
Nightwing: You are kicking me out and replacing me at the same time!?
Yes, Richard. That is how a Batdad rolls. (Kidding! Bruce loves his children.)
Red Hood: *rubbing his sore jaw as Nightwing storms away*
Red Hood: How is it that I am now being punished for being honest?
Dick can get… really sensitive about his fashion choices.
Bruce [to his children]: You are very important to me. And I don’t always do the best job telling you that.
From somewhere at the back of the Batcave…
Alfred: *clears throat loudly*
Interrogating be like…
Nightwing: You’re only going to scare him.
Batman: Pain is scary.
Criminal: *gulps*
Don’t even get me started on Batman’s youngest son.