Tag: jason todd

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *staring out the kitchen window*

Damian: *grins to himself*

Alfred: Master Damian, your food’s ready.

Jason: No, no, what are you doing? He’s both happy and quiet. It’s like seeing a unicorn and Bigfoot at the same time.

When the walls in your safe house are just too darn thin…

Roy [to Koriand’r]: *overheard from the adjacent room* Just you wait and see. I’m gonna romance your freakin’ ass off!

Jason: *shuts his book and yells back* That was beautiful. Was that Shakespeare?

When you’re extremely excited to go on a mission abroad with Batman but your brother gives you a reality check…

Red Hood [on the Comm Link]: Things between you and Steph have never been better. I hope four months apart doesn’t change anything.

Red Robin: *stops his motorcycle*

Red Hood: Timmy…?

Red Hood: I should have opened with that, huh?

Working together to get your brother to be “more involved with the family” be like…

Dick: Wow. How’d you get Jason to come to the Manor?

Tim: As Professor Proton says, “There’s no problem you can’t solve if you use your noggin”.

Damian: And, Drake wrote him a check.

Tim: Yeah, that too. A big check.

When your little brother leaves you in charge of his pets while he’s away on a Teen Titans mission…

Red Hood: *strokes Titus behind the ears* Classy dog.

Robin: Yes. Also, don’t forget to close the toilet or he’ll drink out of it.

Red Hood [to Titus]: *whispering* I feel for ya, big buddy. I have a crazy father figure, too.

Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *cutting down animal-shaped shrubs on the lawn with a katana*

Dick: *watches Damian through the kitchen window while eating his cereal*

Dick: *grins* His quirks just make you love him more.

Alfred: *blinks*

Alfred: *continues cooking omelettes*

Jason: *aggressively stuffs his mouth with pancakes*

Tim: *chokes on his coffee*

Bruce: *hides behind the Gotham Gazette*

Dick:

Dick: Someone please agree with me.

Preparing for an undercover mission at a Wayne Foundation charity gala for children be like…

Dick: We can’t all be Cinderella.

Tim: Then how do we decide?

Jason: Well, it’s simple. This was my idea. I’m driving. I’m Cinderella. If you bitches got a problem with that, we can stop the car right now.

Damian: *sulking in his Winnie the Pooh costume* -Tt-

a-wayne-at-heart:

Damian: All I needed was the Batplane, so why is it full of you idiots?

Tim: I wasn’t gonna sit around the Batcave all by myself.

Dick: One of us needed multi-engine time for his pilot’s license.

Jason: And one of us would go pretty much anywhere to piss off your father.

a-wayne-at-heart:

The Batboys, getting off a plane, hands up in surrender, at gunpoint by the Air Force…

Dick: Don’t shoot!

Jason: We’re coming out, don’t shoot!

Air Force: *shouting at them to drop their weapons*

Tim: *cursing under his breath*

Jason: Do not shoot! Guys, it’s okay, I – Q clearance! I’ve got Q clearance!

Damian: Seriously, is that even a real thing?

Colonel: Q clearance? Let’s see about that. What’s your authentication phrase?

Jason: Sweet, dash, 44, tender, dash, 9, hot, dash, juicy. Porkchops.

Tim and Damian: *glaring*

Jason: *shrugs* I didn’t pick it.