Tim [to Damian, or vice versa]: I don’t have to like you, I don’t have to be nice to you, and I can make fun of you whenever I want, because when it really comes down to it… I will always have your back.
When you’re late for a pre-mission briefing…
Red Hood: *walks into the Batcave as his siblings stare pointedly at him*
Red Hood:*proceeds to open his mouth*
Batman: Jason, you can be late or you can be mouthy. Choose one.
Batman: *opening his eyes gingerly*
Batman: *recalling that he’d been badly beaten up and pushed off a tower by a villain, then realizing that he’s currently hundreds of feet up in the air*
Batman: Cl-Clark? What the –
Superman: *carrying him, bridal style* Bruce, with all due respect, shut up. I’m saving you.
Jason: I’ve been through this before, Sweetheart. When your Uncle Damian was fourteen, I was supposed to take care of his parakeet. It got out and flew into a fan. It was like a bloody pillow fight.
Mar’i: DAAAADDDDYYY!!!
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In which Dick (reluctantly) reconsiders caffeine-addicted Uncle Tim for babysitting.