When Batman grounds your older brother…

Robin: *studying a case on the Batcomputer*

Red Hood: *whistles “Call Me Maybe” while putting his newly cleaned guns away*

Robin: -Tt-

Robin: *resumes working*

Red Hood: *slides across the cave on a chair with wheels, making screeching sounds*

Robin: Hrrrn. *clenching his teeth*

Red Hood: Hey, Little D –

Robin: Todd, if I must babysit you, you become a hindrance and I can’t have that.


And that is why Bruce came home to see Jason gagged and tied to the giant Joker card.

Mission briefing…

Red Robin: Understood?

Nightwing: *double thumbs up*

Robin: *salutes*

Red Hood: *turns off Spotify streaming in his helmet*

Red Hood: Okay, I’m just nodding here and pretending like I have some idea of what you’re talking about.

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: This is a black kale-chia smoothie.

Jason: Why are you drinking that? Did you lose a bet or something?

Tim: Do you have an infected lesion?


In which Damian takes his breakfast elsewhere.

Damian: Todd, let it go. I’m faster than you.

Jason: If only there were some way we could settle this once and for all, but how?

Damian: You seriously want to race me? I won the Gotham City Half-Marathon last year!

Jason: Okay, I’m half-scared.

Damian:

Damian: Okay, we do need to do this. I’ll go change.


It’s a trap, Little D.

When you’re all kind of “co-parenting” your youngest brother…

Dick: Damian needs to know that we believe in him. It’s the most important thing. If you tell children they have wings, they will believe they can fly.

Jason: Oh, really? I had a buddy that went to Gothamfest, believed he could fly, didn’t end great. That’s why hotels’ windows don’t open anymore.


And by “buddy”, he meant a drunken Roy.

Jason: Did you know that fencing goes back to the twelfth century?

Damian: Fencing? Pfft. Do you know what’s even nerdier than fencing? Knowing when it began.

Tim: I don’t think you’re a nerd, Jay –

Jason and Damian: Shut up, dork!

Planning a surprise birthday party for your youngest (kiddie-party-deprived) brother be like…

Dick: Um, Jason’s not much of a clown fan…

Duke: Has he ever seen a good one?

Jason: *from three rooms away* HAS ANYONE???

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Duke, sweetie, it’s a, um… *clears throat* sensitive topic.