When your brothers are all set to go Trick-or-Treating but you’re still on the Batcomputer working on a case…

Dick (in a merman costume): Timmy… ?

Jason (in a Bizarro costume): He’s wearing a costume. He’s going as lame.

Jason: *hears a disturbing noise from the bedroom across his at the Manor*

Jason: *enters Tim’s and finds his brother sitting alone in the dark, in his Red Robin uniform, laughing maniacally* 

Jason: Uh, Tim? Why are you laughing?

Tim: *hisses at the light from the doorway*

Tim: *squints and covers half of his face with a cape* Because my dream is dead.

Picking Halloween costumes be like…

Roy: Can we please make you into a princess?

Jason: No.

Roy: I think it would make Lian happy.

Jason: Why does that matt – Shut up.


That’s why you’re her favowite uncle, Jay.  

Jason: *walks into Tim’s bedroom* Hey, Timbo –

Jason: *gags and bends over to catch his breath*

Jason: It smells like some vomit took a dump in here.


In which the stench leads Alfred from the kitchen to his location.

Training sessions at the Batcave be like…

Batman: *powers off the villain generator*

Batman: *watches as his sons get up from the various places they ended up in, dust off their bloody and singed suits, and groan in pain*

Batman:

Batman: Well, this simulated disaster is a total disaster.

Alfred: *goes upstairs to grab some tea and medical supplies*   


And it’s this familiarity with homemade disasters that makes the Robins experts on the field.

When your little brother asks you how to get “street cred”…

Jason [to Damian]: The next thing you’ll want to do is ditch the feline and get yourself a proper canine. Any dog under fifty pounds is a cat, and cats are pointless.


In which it’s a good thing Red Hood’s got a helmet to hide all the claw-shaped scratches on his face.