Damian: For your information, Drake, I don’t have an ego. My Facebook photo is a landscape.
… of that place where you were trained to become an assassin?
Damian: For your information, Drake, I don’t have an ego. My Facebook photo is a landscape.
… of that place where you were trained to become an assassin?
Mission on a luxury liner…
Nightwing: *tries on a skipper hat* I’ve never been a captain before.
Red Hood: I have. I commanded a jet ski through an electrical storm and only had one casualty.
Nightwing: Oh, you mean on that mission with Arsenal? Jet skis only hold two people, Jay.
Red Hood: Exactly. I saved half the crew.
Roy’s fine, by the way. Still just very, very pissed at Jason.
Tim: We need to talk.
Steph: Are you breaking up with me?
Tim: Oh, good. Guess we don’t need to talk.
He’s, um, a very busy dude.
Damian: You’re just as selfish as I am, Drake! You’re just not as good at it yet.
Tim: You’re right. I could never be as good as you. Probably because I actually care.
Damian: Profound, but technically meaningless.
Dami does, too. He just won’t admit it to himself. *shrugs*
Damian: What’s wrong, Grayson?
Dick: There’s this weird pain right above my eyebrow.
Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.
Because Damian is a grumpy man trapped in a child’s body.
At a Batfamily mission briefing…
Red Hood: *raises a hand*
Batman: Do you have a question, Jason?
Red Hood: Yeah, I have a lot of questions.
Red Hood: Number one: How dare you?
When you hear squeaky rat noises in the Batcave…
Jason: Extraordinary events call for extraordinary actions. We form an allegiance –
Tim: Sure.
Jason: – to use sudden violence.
Tim: Okay.
Jason: Do you have the tools to turn your bo staff into a stake?
A little overkill, don’t you think, boys? Also, Damian won’t be too happy about this.
Red Robin: *typing away on the Batcomputer, sipping coffee from a pitcher through a straw*
Red Hood: Hey, Timbo?
Red Robin: What?
Red Hood: You wanna pull a prank on Dames?
Red Robin: Not right now, but ask me again ten years ago.
Waiting for Red Robin’s return be like…
Robin: I miss Drake.
Robin: -Tt-
Robin: Congratulations, Universe. You win.
Going through the Justice League membership forms be like…
Black Canary [about Batman]: And where it asks you to state your business he wrote, “Beeswax, Not Yours, Inc.”.