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!

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.