Batman: *comes home, tattered and bruised, to find the Batcomputer de-powered, his case files securely locked away (somewhere), and dinner in plain view with the words “Eat” legibly written in script on a Post-it beside it*

Batman:

Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian: The butler did it!

Why Red Hood still gets grounded from patrolling…

Jason [to Bruce]: *gesturing excitedly to a passed-out Tim slobbering all over the Batcomputer keyboard* This’ll be his first hangover. This is a milestone, Bruce!

After listening to his sassy best friend “negotiate” with a mob boss over the phone…

Arsenal: *putting on a bulletproof vest*

Red Hood: What are you doing?

Arsenal: Bracing myself to shield you from a hail of bullets.

Red Hood: *helps Red Robin stand up* Are you in any pain?

Red Robin: Well, not nearly as much as you. It’s killing you, isn’t it?

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin: Having to wait this long to tell me how you awesomely kicked down that steel door.

Red Hood: You want me to start from the beginning?