Red Robin: We should tell Bruce.
Red Hood: Or we don’t tell him so he doesn’t get pissed at us again.
Red Robin: I like where this is going.
Red Hood: It’s going. That’s it. It went.
Oh, please, Mr. Timothy “I Lie to Batman” Drake.
Red Robin: We should tell Bruce.
Red Hood: Or we don’t tell him so he doesn’t get pissed at us again.
Red Robin: I like where this is going.
Red Hood: It’s going. That’s it. It went.
Oh, please, Mr. Timothy “I Lie to Batman” Drake.
Robin: Well, I’m different than other “children”, Father. And by “different”, I mean better!
All he said was that you couldn’t drive the Batmobile, Damian.
Mornings at the Manor (and it’s Jason’s turn to cook breakfast)…
Tim: *takes a bite* It tastes familiar.
Dick: Uhhh… Beef?
Tim: No.
Jason Chicken? I’ll take chicken.
Damian: What does it taste like, Drake?
Tim: Despair.
Dick:
Jason:
Damian:
Jason: Is it possible that it just needs salt?
What people think Batman thinks about when he’s lying down on his king-sized bed all alone in the wee hours of the morning after patrol while staring at the ceiling: JUSTICE.
What he really thinks about: How can I know so much about the bonds of chemicals yet so little about the bonds of friendship?
Nightwing: Never give up. That’s what I always tell my friends. They tell me to stop telling them, but I tell them I can’t because that would be giving up.
When you realize that maybe it isn’t a good idea to pair up your two younger brothers for patrol just yet…
Red Robin and Robin: *storm into the Batcave, shoving each other out of the way, and immediately head to opposite directions*
Red Robin: *swearing angrily under his breath*
Robin: -Tt-
Nightwing: Um…
Red Robin: *glowers at Damian while stripping off his uniform*
Robin: *hisses at Tim, grabs Alfred the Cat, and goes upstairs to his bedroom*
Nightwing: So…
Red Robin: The brat followed me home. Can we keep him? Can we keep him? Say no, Dick!
When you’re just trying to be Gotham City’s antihero…
Civilian: Hey, you’re the criminal and drugs guy!
Red Hood: That doesn’t sound like flattery.
When you kicked some serious ass during patrol but are late for school the next day…
Tim [to teacher]: So, I, um, found this defect on my alarm clock. It’s called a “snooze button”.
Green Lantern: That cold tone of your voice, does that come naturally? Or is that something you practice?
Batman: I practice. Every time I talk to you.
Mornings at the Manor…
Damian: *pouring Tim a cup of coffee*
Tim: Is that poison?
Damian: It’s decaffeinated, Drake.
Tim: Oh, are you trying to kill me?