When your bedroom’s undergoing major repairs after a sparring session with your super best friend goes awry…

Damian [to Bruce]: There is no way that I’m sleeping in Drake’s room for the weekend, Father! It smells like old milk in there!

Tim: Hey, if I could find it, I’d clean it up!

Mornings at the Manor…

Dick: *staring at his cereal bowl*

Dick: Timmy! There’s a message in my Alphabits! It says, “Oooooo”!

Tim: Dick, those are Cheerios.

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Go back to sleep, Dick. You clearly need more of it.

Meeting Batman’s “blood son” for the first time…

Alfred: Master Damian, you cannot leave the table until you’ve finished your Lobster Thermidor.

Damian: Well, then, I shall sit here until one of us expires, and you’ve got a good forty years on me, old man!

When you find out that the tracking device you found on your suit helps your little brother sleep at night…

Dick: You’re having separation anxiety, Damian. Admit it.

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: I admit, I sleep better with that little red dot telling me where you are.