Bruce, Dick, Tim and Alfred: *run into Jason’s bedroom after hearing a scuffle from downstairs*

Jason: *has Damian pinned to the wall*

Damian: *choking Jason*

Jason: *struggling to talk* Nothing to be alarmed about, people. It’s just a man pointing a bull tranquilizer at his little brother.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Alfred: *run into Jason’s bedroom after hearing a scuffle from downstairs*

Jason: *has Damian pinned to the wall*

Damian: *choking Jason*

Jason: *struggling to talk* Nothing to be alarmed about, people. It’s just a man pointing a bull tranquilizer at his little brother.

Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…

Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?

Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.

Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…

Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?

Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.

Patrol gone awry…

Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*

Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*

Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*

Nightwing: So… What happened out there?

Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.

Nightwing: Who’re they?

Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.

Stakeout… 

Red Hood: *watching Black Mask’s movements through binoculars*

Red Robin: Jay, do you like being alone with me right now?

Red Hood: *adjusting his riflescope* Nah. This is horrifying.

Red Robin: I don’t like being alone with me either. 


In which Jason immediately packs up their gear and takes his brother to a bar instead. (Granted, Tim won’t drink, but they can at least talk things out?)