incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend, Roy!

Arsenal: *cupping his ear* Wha–? I’m sorry, Jaybird, I couldn’t hear you.

Red Hood: I said that you just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: *slowly walking away* Huh?

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Dude, you’re going to have to speak up!

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend, Harper!

Arsenal: I’ve forced myself to wha– ?

Red Hood: *positively yelling* You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Jason, I’ll talk to you tomorrow!

Red Hood: You just lost yourself a best friend!

Arsenal: Yeah, you can use it!

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Dick and Jason: *watching as Tim downs his fourth cup of coffee, spilling some on his ketchup and mustard-stained shirt, burps loudly, and wipes dried slobber off his face*

Dick: *sighs*

Jason: I love him, but if he’s broken, let’s ask Bruce not to get a new one.

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *covering a bruised eye*

Dick: *hugging him consolingly*

Jason: *heading to the refrigerator to grab an ice pack while trying to suppress his laughter*

Bruce and Alfred: *glaring disappointedly*

Damian: *guarding a platter of tofu* It’s not my fault I’m bad at sharing! I skipped kindergarten!

Snapchats at the Manor…

Camera: *focuses on what looks like a leather seat, then on buttons with bat symbols on them, then on something glinting red*

Red Hood: *places his phone on the dashboard, takes off his helmet, winks at the camera, then bites into a Big Belly Burger* It’s Wednesday. Sometimes I eat in Batman’s car. Don’t tell him.

When your older brother’s more protective than usual during patrol…

Red Robin: *shaking his head and smirking*

Red Hood: Mother Hen? Dude, I think we’re about the same age.

Red Robin: Sure, unless time is linear.

Red Hood: I’ll make your face linear!

Red Robin: *rolls his eyes* That doesn’t make any sense.

Red Hood: I’ll make your face make sense!

incorrect-batfamily-quotes:

Interventions at the Manor…

Alfred: *wearing a mask and carrying a vacuum cleaner*

Dick: *putting on gloves*

Jason: *filling a black garbage bag with piles of… What are these, Timbo?*

Damian: *pinching his nose and looking around in pure disgust*

Tim: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just can’t get rid of it.

Dick: It’s not and you have to.

Jason: Everything you own is trash.

Damian: You’re basically a hoarder, Drake.

Tim: *chugs a mug of coffee and stains his three-day-old shirt further*

Tim: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.