At the Watchtower…

Justice League: *watching surveillance, Youtube and news footage on the mainframe computer*

Batman: *walks into the room and sees Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin and Lark (and a bunch of burning buildings and screaming citizens) on the screen*

Superman: *arms crossed*

Wonder Woman: *hands on hips, shaking her head*

Aquaman: *raises an eyebrow*

The Flash: *wide-eyed*

Green Lantern: *biting his lip to suppress a smirk*

Cyborg: Wo-ho-hoooooo.

Batman: Hn.

Batman: Whatever they did, add it to my tab.

Batman: *walks out*

When your father and grandfather leave you and your brothers alone at the Manor…

Damian: *sees “52 missed calls” on his cellphone screen*

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: How irresponsible do they think we are?

Jason: *shrugs* Sometimes Alfred leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list.

Growing pains…

Tim: *frowning as he examines his reflection on the bathroom mirror* Hey, Jay, can you see this?

Jason: What pimple?


Good job, Jay. We know you meant well, but you just made your brother ten times more grateful that his cowl covers half his face.

Tim: *wearing a Superboy t-shirt and standing majestically with his chest heaving after sprinting for dramatic effect*

Dick: *cups his hands into a voice amplifier* It’s a bird! It’s a plane!

Jason: *walks past them to grab a can of beer from the fridge* It’s super out of breath.

Tim: Happy Halloween to you, too.

Jason: Dick isn’t the only hottie living in the Manor. I washed the Batmobile in my old Robin shorts the other day. I definitely felt eyes on me.


Yes. Those were Damian’s. Right before he vomited.

Also, those scaly spandex briefs (leotards?) sure are stretchable.