After finding out that Red Hood’s a former Robin…

Superman: I know this comes as a shock to you –

Batman: Please, Clark. If I had a nickel for every time one of my sons died, got resurrected by an assassin overlord’s daughter, and came back as a lethal antihero, I’d haVE A NICKEL!

Sparring session at the Batcave…

Nightwing: *lights up escrima sticks*

Red Hood: *cocks guns*

Red Robin: *twirls Bo staff*

Robin: *pulls sword out of scabbard*

Robin: *pushes it back*

Red Robin: *smirks* What are you afraid of?

Robin: I’m afraid I’m gonna hit you all so hard that I’ll be an only child.


And he didn’t mean that to be cocky this time. It’s a legitimate concern.

Batman:

Justice League:

Batman: *has four pairs of pixie boots under his cape and two domino mask-covered pairs of eyes peeking out of it*

Justice League:

Superman: So, Bruce… Why didn’t you tell us you had children?

Batman: Okay, here’s the deal. I didn’t want you to know.


Because he works alone, okay?

At the Batcave’s Minor Procedures Room…

Red Hood: *holding Damian’s hand as Damian’s about to get stitches*

Red Hood: It’s okay, buddy, I’m right here with you. Go ahead, Alf.

Robin: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Red Hood: Hey, please go easy on the kid!

Robin: No, you’re squishing my hand, Todd!

Red Hood: Oh. Sorry. But did you feel the shot?

Robin: No.

Red Hood: You’re welcome.

Alfred: Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in your room, Master Jason.

Red Hood: I’d prefer a morphine drip and a sponge bath, but the kid needs me!

At the Batcave’s Minor Procedures Room…

Alfred: *filling a syringe with anesthesia*

Red Hood: *gripping Damian’s hand with both of his*

Red Hood: It’s okay, little buddy, I’m right here with you. Go ahead, Alf.

Robin: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Red Hood: Hey, please go easy on the kid!

Robin: No, you’re squishing my hand, Todd!

Red Hood: Oh. Sorry. But did you feel the shot?

Robin: *glances at the newly emptied syringe being held by Alfred*

Robin: No.

Red Hood: You’re welcome.

Alfred: Perhaps you’d prefer to wait in your room, Master Jason.

Red Hood: I’d prefer a morphine drip and a sponge bath, but the kid needs me!

Damian: *guarding the door at Red Robin’s Nest*

Tim: *on a gurney*

Jason: *knocks*

Damian: *opens the door* Todd, this really isn’t the best time. Drake is pretty sick.

Jason: Oh, no. Poor Timbo. Is Damian taking good care of you?

Tim: Not really.

Jason: Would you like me to take care of you?

Tim: Not really.


Where’re Alfred and Dick when you need ‘em?

Jason: *picks up a piece of paper by the phone*

Jason: Timbo, what’s this? A phone message?

Tim: Yeah. Some dude called for you.

Jason: Who? I can’t read your handwriting.

Tim: *reads the message out loud* “You’re a big, selfish jerk.”

Jason: Okay, I know who it is.

Tim: Probably Roy.

Jason: Yup, Roy.

Let him be very clear…

Jason [to the Batfamily]: There’s something you should know about me. When I say “I understand”, it doesn’t mean that I agree, it doesn’t mean that I understand, it doesn’t even mean that I’m listening.


Oh, our bad, Jay. Our bad.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *pops open a can of beer*

Damian: If drinking makes you feel bad, why do you drink, Todd?

Jason: Nobody likes a smart ass, kid.

Damian: You have to put a dollar in the swear jar. You said “ass”.

Jason: Tell you what. Here’s a twenty. That ought to cover me until lunch.