Damian: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Tim: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Damian: -Tt-
It was rhetorical, Timmy.
Damian: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Tim: Personally, I’d like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Damian: -Tt-
It was rhetorical, Timmy.
When your little brother reconfigures the newly installed, magnetic, handprint-activated steel doors at the Manor…
Jason: *trapped between the door and the wall*
Jason: Damian? Open the door, little buddy.
Tim: Open it, Damian.
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *opens the outer door*
Jason: Okay. Nice, kid. Now, coud you open the one that’s currently chopping me in half?
Visiting Wayne Manor and encountering one of Batman’s sons be like…
Clark: Good morning, Jason. Have you seen Bruce?
Jason: Maybe.
Clark: Sooo… Is he around?
Jason: *shrugs* Could be.
Clark: Could you… find him for me?
Jason: Yeah, sure, I could. But wouldn’t it be more fulfilling for you if you did it yourself?
I guess you could just save yourself the frustration and use your X-ray vision, Clark… if the walls weren’t lined with lead.
Batman: *passes by*
Kid Flash: Yep, your dad scares me.
Nightwing: Well, that happens when you bottle up your feelings like that. You wake up one day and you’re a seething mass of pain.
Things you’d expect by now given the Robins’ lifestyle…
Red Robin: *cradling a bleeding foot*
Nightwing: You’re gonna be okay, Tim. A lot of people get by with nine toes.
Red Hood: I’m getting by fine with eight.
Dick: … And that’s why I think we should break up.
Kori: Is that what you really want?
Dick: Yes, it is.
Damian: Great. The most annoying romance of my life is finally over.
Ground: *tremors*
Red Hood: Did you feel that?
Red Robin: I haven’t felt anything in years.
In which Jason immediately lays down his guns and gives Tim a hug…
Red Robin:
Red Hood: Nothing?
Red Robin: Nothing.
When Nightwing’s away, the other Robins will play…
Jason: *holding a bound, gagged, and very bored-looking Damian upside down* Permission to drop the little twerp into a deep, dark hole, Sir?
Tim: Granted.
Damian: -Tt-
Red Hood: We are up against the best security in the world.
Red Robin: Our own.
Will you two stop trying to break into your little brother’s room at the Manor?