Damian: *watching Conner and Jon play catch in midair* I want a brother.
Jason: You can have mine *gestures to Tim*, but he’s kind of an idiot.
Dami, three not enough for you?
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Jon: Why are you so horrible?
Damian: I’m not. I’m that first sip of a fine wine that you have not yet learned to appreciate.
Damian, sweetheart, Jon’s 10… and you’re 13. Wine, really? *facepalms*
At the entrance to a mysterious cave…
Superboy: What if there’s an animal in there?
Robin: That’s half the fun.
Jon, sweetie, you’ve met his pets, right?
Why Jon’s no longer allowed to hang out at the Manor, part 2…
Clark: What’s that in your hand?
Jon: Jagermeister. Damian’s big brother Jason said it would make girls wanna kiss you.
Damian: Kent, Kent! Was that the alarm? Has our perimeter been breached?
What the heck kind of “tree house” do you two boys have?
Why Jon’s no longer allowed to hang out at the Manor…
Jason: You don’t make a shiv out of a knife.
Tim: Yeah. You make a shiv out of a rusty spoon or a shard of glass.
Jason: Or a human femur.
Tim: Exactly. Be creative.
Jon: 0_0
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And Damian’s like, “You two idiots did this on purpose!”.
“Super Sons”, a summary…
Robin: We are having fun.
Superboy: *carrying Damian on his back while sprinting through the jungle as killer androids chase after them* You are! I’m just doing what you’re making me do!
Mixed signals…
Damian: Look, I love you like a brother, Kent. But, right now, I hate you like my actual brother, Drake, whom I hate.
Going to the carnival with your best friend be like…
Damian: Well, you better practice, Kent. You gotta win me a teddy bear.
Jon: Ha! I’m gonna win you a million teddy bears.
Damian: Well, I want a billion teddy bears.
Jon: Well, that’s a little unrealistic. This is a hard game… Two million.
In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…
Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.
Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!
Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.
The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.