The Robin Reasoning…
Nightwing/Red Hood/Red Robin/Robin: Well, we promised Bruce that we’d use our skills responsibly… But I suppose doing the exact opposite couldn’t hurt.
The Robin Reasoning…
Nightwing/Red Hood/Red Robin/Robin: Well, we promised Bruce that we’d use our skills responsibly… But I suppose doing the exact opposite couldn’t hurt.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Waiting for your eldest brother at his Blüdhaven aparment be like…
Damian: *pinches nose* Disgusting. What’s that smell?
Jason: It’s either bad meat or good cheese.
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Find yourself a Nightwing who can do both.
Tim: I’m very disappointed in you, Damian. I’d turn my back on you, but I’ve seen what you’d do in that situation.
He hasn’t forgotten The Great Tackle of ‘06.
Your cat-loving little brother and his “experiments”…
Tim: Gross! *pushes Damian away*
Tim: Your breath smells like kitty litter.
Damian: I was curious!
So, I’ve decided to add a new tag to some of my posts (see title above). I’ve been using it as a header quite a bit and figured I might as well make it into a tag.
In my mind, the Batfamily’s just as domestic as any of us in the AM (except for the fact that they’ve probably just gotten home a few hours before breakfast, bruised and bleeding, perhaps high on painkillers, after having taken down a vast criminal empire or threat from another planet or something).
So, yeah. “Mornings at the Manor”. My dream sitcom.
(Winter) Mornings at the Manor…
Damian: *takes a sip and grimaces*
Damian: What did you make this hot chocolate with? Crap?
Tim: *sighs* If you want me to make you another one, just say so.
Damian: I just thought you would make it with milk, Drake. Instead of crap.
Damian, here on Earth we say “Thank you”.
When your suggestions keep getting shut down during Batfamily strategy meetings…
Red Hood: What am I supposed to do with all my great ideas, Bruce? Put them in a tub and clean myself with them? ‘Cause that’s what soap is for.
When Batdad just automatically responds with some random punishment to carry out…
Alfred: Master Bruce, do you even know which one of your sons I’m talking about?
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Does it even matter anymore?
Red Hood: … And that’s my plan. So, what do you think, Timbo?
Red Robin: But… you didn’t tell me anything. You just sat down and said, “And that’s my plan”.
Because Jason is a brilliant strategist and a master of “winging it”.