Dick: *cuddling a febrile Damian*

Dick: He’s just going to sleep anyway, and I’ll keep an eye on him, so you can go.

Jason: I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right just abandoning the brat when he’s sick.

Dick: *grins* Congratulations. Now you know what it feels like to be a parent.

Jason: Yeah. How inconvenient.


Because it’s canon that Dick and Damian have a semi-paternal bond (and that Jason cares about his brothers).

That one time Superman wasn’t fast enough to do Robin’s homework…

Bruce: I assume you finished reading “Lord of the Flies” for your book report?

Dick: Mm-hm.

Bruce: Oh, good. How did you like it?

Dick: I thought it was… a timeless American classic.

Bruce: I see. So tell me, what is it about?

Dick: You mean the book?

Bruce: Yes, the book.

Dick: It’s called “Lord of the Flies”. And it’s about a really big fly that all the other flies pray to.


So, no more secret adventures with Clark for a while, Dick. You’re the son of the World’s Greatest Detective.


Also, Jason would’ve been able to answer all those questions without batting an eyelash.

When you desperately want to go on patrol with Batman…

While swinging from building to building…

Batman: Any homework for the weekend?

Robin: Nope.

Batman: Hrrn.

Robin: Okay, yes.

Batman: Dick, do we have to go through this discussion every Friday?

Robin: I’d rather we didn’t.

Dick: *hangs a picture of Superman on his wall*

Jason: Okay, do yourself a favor and stop worshipping this dude. There’s already a guy in your life who’s worth looking up to and modeling yourself after.

Dick: Bruce?

Jason: … Okay, two guys.


Alfred? No, Dick. Wally? Guess again. … Tim? Oh, for the love of – !

After finding out that Red Hood’s a former Robin…

Superman: I know this comes as a shock to you –

Batman: Please, Clark. If I had a nickel for every time one of my sons died, got resurrected by an assassin overlord’s daughter, and came back as a lethal antihero, I’d haVE A NICKEL!

Sparring session at the Batcave…

Nightwing: *lights up escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *cocks guns*

Red Robin: *twirls Bo staff*

Robin: *pulls sword out of scabbard*

Robin: *pushes it back*

Red Robin: *smirks* What are you afraid of?

Robin: I’m afraid I’m gonna hit you all so hard that I’ll be an only child.


And he didn’t mean that to be cocky this time. It’s a legitimate concern.