Touring your best friend’s (humongous) bedroom be like…

Jon: *sees a sketch pad on an immaculately organized antique desk* What do you draw about?

Damian: Everything. Anything. My thoughts. My insights into the human condition.

Jon: Wow! Really? Do you mind if I —

Damian: If it will keep you quiet, please do.

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Not how you treat your guests, but okay.

Patrolling with your best friend be like…

Superman: I just need you to not do that thing you do.

Batman: Hn. What thing? I don’t do a “thing”, Clark.

Superman: Yes, you do! You get all mean and you make that broody face, Bruce!


Yes, Damian and Jon, this is how your fathers behave when they’re not busy lecturing you on propriety.

At Robin and Superboy’s ultra-high tech, ultra-pristine, ultra-secret tree safe house…

Red Hood: *bruised, tattered, dripping blood, and on the run from mercenaries*

Jon: *pleading eyes*

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *rubs his face in exasperation*

Damian: All right, he can stay. But I get to treat him like garbage.

Red Hood: Wow. What’s the catch?


Jay, don’t push it. And, Dami, just because he tripped and bled all over the LEGO Death Star that took you and your best friend eighteen hours to assemble, it doesn’t mean that you should treat your older brother that way.

When your youngest brother’s best friend comes by to visit the Manor…

Jon: *checking out the Red Hood helmet with his X-ray vision* Jason, you are the coolest adult ever!

Jason: Wow. I’ve never been called an adult before, but I’ve been tried as one.

When Robin asks if he and Superboy can go see a movie after patrol…

Bruce: Hn.

Damian: Please, Father?

Bruce: You must constantly Twitter me what you’re up to, even though I don’t know what Twitter is and have no desire to find out.


See? He’s a cool dad.