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.

“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.

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.