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.