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When Batman’s sons come over to your city and you hear about it at work…

Lois: Hey, Smallville. There are a few developments. You might want to make some room on the front page.

Clark: *raises an eyebrow*

No need to worry, Superman. It’s just your nephews wreaking havoc on some Gotham City criminals who thought they could hide out in Metropolis.

Jason: *coming out of the shower, dripping wet, his bottom half wrapped in a towel* I have to ask, did you see my… ?

Artemis: I don’t want to talk about it.

Jason: That’s what I thought.

Jason: *smirks* You’re welcome.

Yeah, you might want to lock the bathroom door next time if you want to keep those “jewels” intact, Hood.

The Robins as…

a-wayne-at-heart:

HOSPITAL PATIENTS:

Dick: 

  • “Oh, those glass shards on my back? I get them all the time. No biggie. Hey, do you guys serve cereal?”
  • The staff love checking him ou – er, checking up on him.
  • Regales them with stories of past injuries, which none of them can believe are even possible (”Then how are you still alive?”)

Jason

  • Fake ID (since, you know, legally dead and all)
  • Wheeled into the hospital room by 5 AM, out through the window in a hospital gown and onto a waiting motorcycle by 5:15 AM  

Tim: 

  • Double-checks every diagnosis and every medication and cross-references them with similar cases in the city (and occasionally schools whoever is unfortunate enough to check up on him)
  • Who knows how pure liquid caffeine got injected into his IV bottle?

Damian:

  • “You call this food? My father will buy this place!”
  • Physical examination? You might as well put your hand inside a Tasmanian devil’s tunnel.

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Oh, sorry. Timmy “schools whomever is unfortunate to check up on him”.

The Robins as…

HOSPITAL PATIENTS:

Dick: 

  • “Oh, those glass shards on my back? I get them all the time. No biggie. Hey, do you guys serve cereal?”
  • The staff love checking him ou – er, checking up on him.
  • Regales them with stories of past injuries, which none of them can believe are even possible (”Then how are you still alive?”)

Jason

  • Fake ID (since, you know, legally dead and all)
  • Wheeled into the hospital room by 5 AM, out through the window in a hospital gown and onto a waiting motorcycle by 5:15 AM  

Tim: 

  • Double-checks every diagnosis and every medication and cross-references them with similar cases in the city (and occasionally schools whomever is unfortunate enough to check up on him)
  • Who knows how pure liquid caffeine got injected into his IV bottle?

Damian:

  • “You call this food? My father will buy this place!”
  • Physical examination? You might as well put your hand inside a Tasmanian devil’s tunnel.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *scurrying around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, looking under kitchen counters and chairs* 

Tim: *typing on his laptop, drinking pure liquid caffeine*

Jason: I have to tell you something. When we fell on really hard times, Roy and I stayed at a rat-infested motel for a month, and I developed a deep-seated fear of rats.

Tim: *not looking away from laptop* I am so sorry to hear about that. I understand your fears and I validate them.

Jason: I’m not looking for your understanding, Tim! Just grab the freakin’ rat!

Amanda: Mr. Red Hood, is it? “I did it for my daddy” is not an excuse for treason.

In which Batman excuses himself in the middle of a Justice League meeting to make a few calls. Like a father called to the Principal’s Office.