Sleepovers at the Kent Farm be like…

Damian [to Jon]: I’m prone to night terrors, so if I wake up kicking and screaming, don’t panic. Just pin me down and stroke my hair, and I’ll be fine.


And need he mention that if you tell any of this to his older brothers, he’ll plant kryptonite around your property and not tell you where to find them?

That one time Superboy cried because Robin wouldn’t accept his birthday present for him…

Kara [about Jon]: Well, Damian, you are his best friend. Friends give each other presents.

Damian: I accept your premise; I reject your conclusion.

Tim [to Kara]: *whispering* Try telling him it’s a non-optional social convention.

Kara: What?

Jason: Just do it.

Kara [to Damian]: It’s a… non-optional social convention.

Damian: Ah. Fair enough. *takes the gift and walks away*

Dick: *grins* He came with a manual.

When you’re bored out of your mind at Kent Farm because your fathers are busy hanging out and won’t let you go on patrol without adult supervision…

Bruce and Clark: *chatting and drinking coffee*

Jon: *lies down on the grass* What are you doing?

Damian: *yawns* I’m just trying to throw batarangs at my father’s head, but the wind keeps taking it.

When you gotta play it cool so that your best friend doesn’t realize how stoked you really are to hang out with him…

Jon: Hey, I know this probably isn’t your ideal Friday night. You’d probably be, like, doing pull-ups or catching bad guys with your big brothers or whatever.

Damian: Eh, it’s not so bad.