Lip-reading your adoptive father’s phone conversations with colleagues be like…

Nightwing: Bruce’s mouth hasn’t moved in three and a half minutes.

Red Hood: *shrugs* Maybe Hal’s got him on hold.

Red Robin: No, no. His nostrils are flaring, he’s pacing like a maniac, and he just switched his phone from his right hand to his left hand like he wants to punch someone.


Very few beings in the Multiverse can make Batman lose his cool like a Green Lantern can.   

The Robins and their Emergency Room visits (because sometimes Alfred isn’t around)…

Dick/Jason/Tim: So, hand-to-hand combat, parkour, jumping out of airplanes, that’s out, right? 

Doctor: *looks at the camera like they’re on “The Office”*

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And then there’s…

Damian: -Tt-

When you’ve been practicing how to smooth-talk in front of a mirror for days, but your crush walks in when you least expect it…

Tim: Meeting me. You are. Date. Second one.

Tam: Words are not in the right order but, hey, masked vigilante. *kisses him on the cheek*

When you finally, finally get some sleep but the Justice League needs your expertise…

Bruce: Hrrrrn. *mumbles* Yes. Speaking.

Bruce: *sits up on his bed, cradling the phone between his cheek and shoulder*

Bruce: *yawns* Could you just not let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something? I mean, it happens so rarely.