Mixed signals…
Damian: Look, I love you like a brother, Kent. But, right now, I hate you like my actual brother, Drake, whom I hate.
Mixed signals…
Damian: Look, I love you like a brother, Kent. But, right now, I hate you like my actual brother, Drake, whom I hate.
Going to the carnival with your best friend be like…
Damian: Well, you better practice, Kent. You gotta win me a teddy bear.
Jon: Ha! I’m gonna win you a million teddy bears.
Damian: Well, I want a billion teddy bears.
Jon: Well, that’s a little unrealistic. This is a hard game… Two million.
In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…
Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.
Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!
Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.
The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
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He’s… not used to affection.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
He’s… not used to affection.
“What If” with the Super Sons…
Robin: *typing on the Batcomputer*
Superboy: *whistling*
Robin: *pauses typing* -Tt-
Superboy: Hey, Damian, if you were a post-apocalyptic survivor –
Robin: I would raise goats, hoard cinnamon, and only travel at night. But, please, Kent, I have some work to do here.
Damian: You know where Batman was for most of my birthdays? A little place that rhymes with “not there”.
Jon: …. Times Square?
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *walks away*
Superboy: *in kryptonite-lined handcuffs* Damian, I’m handcuffed!
Robin: Relax, Kent. Handcuffs are a cinch.
Superboy: Really?
Robin: Yeah. There’s a bone in your thumb. Tiny bone. Really easy to break. What you’re gonna want to do is you’re gonna want to apply torsional pressure to it until it snaps.
Superboy: I’m not gonna break my bone!
Robin: Well, in that case, you are screwed.
At the Titans Tower…
Superboy: So, am I member of the team?
Robin: Let’s walk before you run, Kent. Maybe crawl before that.
When Superboy finally gets fed up with Robin’s bullying…
Damian: You should know that I know Krav Maga.
Jon: Fine, c-call him, m-mister! I – I’ll fight him, too! I guess!
Could their upbringing be any more different?