When you’re not really fond of entertaining guests at your safe house (including brothers who come by unannounced after patrol)…

Dick: *stomach grumbles*

Dick: *opens the refrigerator* 

Jason: This is a food-free household, and you need to lose a little weight, so this is really a win-win.

Throwing a Titans party at the Manor while Batman’s away on a mission be like…

Jason: *enters through the front door, exhausted from patrol, and hangs his leather jacket on the coat rack*

Music: *blaring*

Lights: *strobing*

Dick: Oh, I’m so glad you made it! I’m running out of body parts to entertain people with!

Jason: 

Jason: *confiscates Dick’s mojito and pours it on a potted plant*

Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *typing away on his laptop, working on a case* 

Jason: *enters the kitchen, sweaty from his morning jog*

Tim: You got a delivery while you were out. I signed for it, so I hope it’s nothing illegal.

Damian: *walks away after insulting Jason*

Jason: He’s a mean kid.

Tim: So, what? You’re mean, too.

Jason: Yes, but not to you!

Tim: Yesterday you told me my head was too big for my neck.

Jason: That was… constructive criticism.

Tim: Well, what am I supposed to do about it, Jay?!

Jason: As a brother, my job is only to point things out.

When your younger brother becomes the CEO of Batman, Inc…

Tim: Jason… Look… I’m hoping…

Jason: I would rather eat that piece of chewed up gum on the floor.

Tim: I haven’t even asked you to do anything –

Jason: You bossing me around is a crime against nature.

Tim: Jay, you’re being ridiculous…

Jason: *hisses*