Mornings at the Manor…

Damian: *walking past Tim’s bedroom*

Tim: *installing state-of-the-art surveillance cameras*

Damian: Drake, are you worried about your safety?

Tim: No. I imagine if you were going to kill me, you’d have done it a long time ago.

Damian: That’s very true.

Teaching your little brother (who was raised by assassins in a mountain far away) about sports be like…

Dick: *setting up the rims and nets*

Jason: *dribbling the balls*

Tim: *configuring the shot clock*

Damian: *putting on his cleats* I’ve never played basketball. I’m certain I’ll pick it up. Who’s going to be goalie?

When it’s Family Patrol Night but you decide to grab a quick drink at a nearby bar first…

Batman: *glaring*

Red Hood: I’m not late, Bruce. It’s 9:18, which is practically 9:15, which is basically 9. If anything, I’m early.

Tim: *mumbles incoherently*

Jason: *walks past him*

Jason: *takes a few steps back*

Jason: I’m giving you the silent treatment, by the way. That’s why I walked right by you and didn’t respond.


Jay, you do realize that Timmy’s probably too sleep-deprived to even remember that you’re pissed at him for some reason, right? Also, that’s not how you do “mad”.