Why the Robins steer clear of their sleep-deprived, caffeine-fueled, case-obsessed brother…
Jason: *taps Tim on the shoulder*
Tim: I am going to have to ask you to calm down, Jay, or I will have to taze you in the face.
Why the Robins steer clear of their sleep-deprived, caffeine-fueled, case-obsessed brother…
Jason: *taps Tim on the shoulder*
Tim: I am going to have to ask you to calm down, Jay, or I will have to taze you in the face.
Batman: *reads article in Gotham Gazette about Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin, and around 5 million dollars-worth of property damage*
Batman: Hrrrn.
Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Robin: …
Batman:
Batman: *sighs*
Batman: *takes out check book*
Batman: I prefer you screw up while not wearing your uniforms.
When you’re bored and trying to stay awake during one of Batman’s “lectures”…
Red Hood: *points at Batman, whispering* Pew, pew! Pew!
Red Hood: *blows imaginary smoke off finger guns, then tucks them into imaginary holsters*
Red Hood: I’m so good it’s stupid. I’m stupid good.
Red Robin: *overhears him from behind*
Red Robin: *with rings around drooping eyelids, drinking his fifteenth cup of coffee for the day* No. Just stupid.
When you’re bored and trying to stay awake during one of Batman’s “lectures”…
Red Hood: *points at Batman, whispering* Pew, pew! Pew!
Red Hood: *blows imaginary smoke off finger guns, then tucks them into imaginary holsters*
Red Hood: I’m so good it’s stupid. I’m stupid good.
About his family’s penchant for secret identities…
Red Hood: We’re so off the grid that I think we’re back on the grid.
The thing is, this is… pretty canon.
About his family’s penchant for secret identities…
Red Hood: We’re so off the grid that I think we’re back on the grid.
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The thing is, this is… pretty canon.
Why the Robins steer clear of their tiny, flu-ridden brother…
Damian: *teary-eyed, sniffling, and lying in bed, covered in a blanket from head to toe*
Damian: *pulls out a katana* Rub my back at a medium, gentle pace, Todd.
Moments that make you go, “Now’s not the time, Jason”…
Thugs: *shooting at them from every direction*
Red Hood [to Red Robin]: Before I use you as a human shield, there are some things I need to say.
Arsenal: Jason, our friendship is built on lies?!
Red Hood: … And laughter, and stalking criminals, and love.
Red Hood: Alfred says I might have a concussion. I wasn’t able to pick up the little brat from school this morning. Oh, and get this, I have a concussion!