Skimming the local newspaper to investigate a crime be like…
Batman: Have any of you found anything suspicious?
Red Hood: Yeah, actually. A citizen wrote in. He said that “Gotham City is great!”.
Skimming the local newspaper to investigate a crime be like…
Batman: Have any of you found anything suspicious?
Red Hood: Yeah, actually. A citizen wrote in. He said that “Gotham City is great!”.
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.
Jason: *hands Tim a mug*
Tim: *takes a sip* Mm-hmm. What did you put in this sugar? It’s so good!
Jason: *blinks*
So, what, Timmy? Coffee tastes like water to you now?
Playing old school games at the Manor be like…
Jason: I’ll never be a cop! I’ll have to be a robber.
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.
Tim: *says he swears he sees Kon’s framed photo on his wall move by itself from time to time*
Jason: Your safe house isn’t haunted, bro. You’re lonely.