Tim: *carefully running his hands over the dusty velvet Davenport in the Manor living room*

Bruce:

Alfred:

Dick:

Damian: *smirks*

Jason: *shrugs* The Vicodin seems to be working. He claims that it makes the furniture feel friendly.


Jason, this is not what your adoptive father meant when he asked you to watch over your sleep-deprived, younger brother while they were gone.   

Why you don’t try to psychoanalyze your best friend…

Roy: What’re you afraid of, Jaybird?

Jason: I’m afraid of what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t shut up.


And don’t tell me that Roy didn’t ask this while lying belly down on Jason’s bed with his chin propped up by both hands and his bent legs crisscrossing in the air.

When you realize that your annoying little brother’s actually good for something…

Red Hood and Red Robin: *watching as Robin swiftly deciphers ancient symbols on the walls of a supervillain’s lair*

Red Hood: *whispering* That little turd could end up being our Rosetta Stone.