Jason: *walks past the secret Batcave entrance*

Jason: *pauses*

Jason: *backtracks*

Bruce: *staring pensively into the abyss*

Jason: You’re being so quiet. Are you upset or are you just rebooting?


The Batman is not amused, Hood.

Contemplating what to add to the family’s home entertainment system be like…

Tim: Quick poll: PS4 or Xbox One? Dick.

Dick: Uh, Xbox One.

Tim: Steph.

Steph: Huh?

Tim: Jason.

Jason: PS4.

Tim: Babs.

Barbara: Both great.

Tim: Bruce.

Bruce: I like the Wii.

Tim: Thanks, Grandpa.

Damian: How do I know that you’re not manipulating me right now?

Jason: I think if I were manipulating you, you’d be smart enough to see it.

Damian: How do I know you’re not saying that as part of the manipulation?


And on and on (and on and on) their conversation went, until Jason was convinced that it’d be last time he’d ever try anything like this on the blood son of the World’s Greatest Detective.

Nightwing: *brooding atop a gargoyle in the pouring rain*

Red Hood: How can you not be happy? You’re tall, hunky, and famous.

Red Hood: Oh, crap. I’m jealous of Dick.


You’re all those things, too, Jay. (Well, except maybe that last part’s for different reasons.)

When your youngest brother’s still in the middle of ranting and/or threatening your lives but you just can’t help yourself…

Jason: *snickers*

Dick: *glares*

Tim: *glares*

Damian: *GLARES*

Jason: What? He’s so tiny. It’s funny when he’s mad.

When it’s your turn to make breakfast at the Manor…

Jason: *assembling veggie tacos*

Jason [to Tim]: For once, it’d be nice to not hear Damian complain about my cooking all day.

Damian: Excuse me, Todd, but every Wednesday you prepare a terrible breakfast and every Wednesday I criticize it. Do family traditions mean nothing to you?