Jason: Hey, Alfred, where’s Bruce?
Alfred: Master Bruce is… resting.
Jason: Resting “brooding? Resting “shot through the timestream by Omega Beams”? Come on, help me out here.
Jason: Hey, Alfred, where’s Bruce?
Alfred: Master Bruce is… resting.
Jason: Resting “brooding? Resting “shot through the timestream by Omega Beams”? Come on, help me out here.
Jason: Timbers, you just gave me the idea of a lifetime! How do I thank you?
Tim: Please don’t hurt me.
Jason: Consider it done!
Jason: Bruce, I thought you might forget our little conversation this afternoon, so I took the precaution of recording it.
Bruce: *narrows eyes* What conversation?
Jason: *plays recording*
Jason: *on the recording* Bruce, can Roy live in our garage for as long as he wants?
Jason: *mimics Bruce’s voice* He sure can!
Dick: Bruce! What were you thinking?
Bruce: Hn. That’s not my voice.
Jason: Oh, everybody says that when they hear themselves on tape.
Why Dick stopped going to the movies with Jason…
Dick: *covers eyes* Just tell me when the scary part is over!
Jason: *chewing popcorn* It’s over.
Dick: *uncovers eyes*
Dick: Aaaaaaaah!!!
Dear Nightwing…
“Truly, yours is a butt that won’t quit.”
Damian: Father, Drake’s making faces at me.
Tim: It’s a nervous twitch, and I’m a little sensitive about it, if you don’t mind.
When Batman tucks you in…
Damian: …
Damian: Pennyworth.
Damian: Could you loosen my blanket a little? Father tucked me in too tight and it’s cutting off the circulation in my arms and legs.
When your billionaire father’s also a vigilante who doesn’t have time to ponder how much gifts for teenagers cost…
Tim: Bruce, um, can I have some money to buy Damian a birthday present?
Bruce: Here you go.
Tim: *counts the money* Bruce, this is $110!
Bruce: Oh, sorry. *hands him the whole wallet*
Tim: Jason! I had a bad dream. Can I sleep on your bed?
Jason: No!
Tim: I’ll give you a remote-controlled birdarang.
Jason: Climb aboard.