Watching “Dawn of the Dead” at the Manor…
Tim: See how that group of survivors barricaded themselves inside of a mall?
Jason: Yeah?
Tim: You’re what’s outside of the mall.
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And Jason’s like, “Well, he’s not wrong…”
Tag: incorrect batfamily quotes
Tim: Dick, we have a problem.
Dick: Guys, I am not your mother, so don’t come tattling to me every time one of you does something that the other one doesn’t like.
Tim: I’m telling you, he’s crazy. He keeps threatening me and talking in a scary voice.
Damian: No, I didn’t.
Tim: Oh, so you’re saying you didn’t threaten to cut my hair off and give it to Ra’s as a birthday present?
Damian: You know, Drake, I think you’re taking my words a little out of context.
Tim: What?! What context?!
Might as well be tagged under #titans (2018).
Dick: *won’t stop making puns during family dinner*
Jason: *puts his utensils down, wipes his mouth with a napkin, sighs, and looks his older brother in the eye*
Jason: Everything you just said makes me want to give you a wedgie in front of the others.
Preparing for a Wayne Foundation gala…
Dick: *winking, grinning, and making kissy faces at the mirror* Would you consider us adorable?
Jason: *straightening his bowtie and running his hand through his hair* No. We’re adult men. We’re cute.
Red Robin: *snoring loudly with half of his body sticking out of the Redbird and saliva running down his jaw*
Nightwing: How many sleeping pills did you give Tim?
Red Hood: I don’t know. Seven? Twelve?
Batfather’s Day…
Batman: *opens a blood-stained greeting card with a bullet hole in the middle*
Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Did you see the hearts? It took me, like, six minutes.
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In which Alfred gets teary-eyed from seeing the biggest grin he’s seen on his son’s face in years (and the card he himself got from his grandson).
When Batman grounds you from patrolling until you learn to get along with each other…
Red Robin: I really love you, little brother.
Robin: *throws the script at him* -Tt- We have got to get you to that acting clinic, Drake.
Red Robin: And that was with me picturing coffee.
Jason: Hey, Alf, could you pass me that can of beer?
Alfred: Master Jason, it’s breakfast.
Jason: … And a piece of toast?
Red Robin: I’m sorry I accused you of arson.
Red Hood: Well, I was the obvious suspect.
Bruce: What are you doing?
Alfred: *collecting all kinds of paperwork into piles and shutting down the Batcomputer*
Alfred: Depriving you of all stimuli. Time for you to get some sleep, Master Bruce.
Bruce: What? No, no. Right after you solve a case, you’re flushed with a success. We should double down with work!
Alfred: *walks away with said piles*
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Wanna bet he does the same to Master Timothy?