Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Dick, Jason, and Tim:
Damian:
Dick: Hey, Da –
Damian: You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to beg for mercy. You have the right to request judgment by combat.
Batman: I am always acting in self-defense. Occasionally, preemptive self-defense.
Occasionally?
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *coming out of Tim’s bedroom carrying a big, black plastic bag*
Tim: *yawns* It’s not garbage, Alf. It’s my clothes.
And, Dick’s like, “Hey! Alfred does that to me, too!”.
Bruce or Tim?
Patrol gone awry…
Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*
Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*
Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*
Nightwing: So… What happened out there?
Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.
Nightwing: Who’re they?
Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.
Stakeout…
Red Hood: *watching Black Mask’s movements through binoculars*
Red Robin: Jay, do you like being alone with me right now?
Red Hood: *adjusting his riflescope* Nah. This is horrifying.
Red Robin: I don’t like being alone with me either.
In which Jason immediately packs up their gear and takes his brother to a bar instead. (Granted, Tim won’t drink, but they can at least talk things out?)
Dick: *knocks on Damian’s bedroom door*
Dick: Little D, hey, I just came up to see what you were doing.
Dick: And maybe stop you.
Trying to get your adoptive father’s attention be like…
Red Hood [to Nightwing]: How about this? I throw a corpse dressed like me off the roof…
Then you might as well just throw yourself off the roof, Jay. Get it?
“Wacky” Wayne Family photoshoots be like…
Damian: Do more stupid faces, Drake!
Tim: Which one? I have a lot of stupid faces.