Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin: *squabbling after a mission gone awry*

Red Hood: What’s done is done! *slams fist on the table*

Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin:

Red Hood: All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.

Red Hood: So, shut up and drink your beer.


Cue Nightwing bringing out two juice boxes.

When your brother tells you that, he’s sorry, but he can’t go on patrol with you tonight…

Red Robin [to Red Hood, on the Comm Link]: You’ve been kicked, bit, scratched, stabbed, possessed, killed. And you sprain your freakin’ elbow?