Red Hood [to Batman]: Why do you ruin everything with your words?!
Red Hood: *storms out of the Batcave*
Batman:
Alfred: *walking in with a tray of cookies* …?
Batman:
Batman: I told him, “Take care out there, son”.
Red Hood: *sulking by a fountain on the Manor grounds*
Alfred: *clears his throat*
Red Hood: *looks up*
Alfred: I hate to break it to you, Master Jason, but despite your best efforts, people care about you.
Red Hood [to Batman]: Why do you ruin everything with your words?!
Red Hood: *storms out of the Batcave*
Batman:
Alfred: *walking in with a tray of cookies* …?
Batman:
Batman: I told him, “Take care out there, son”.
Bizarro: Why Red Him and Red Her being not weird?
Red Hood: Artemis and I kissed –
Bizarro: WHAT!?!
Artemis: To keep our cover from being blown, we didn’t have a choice –
Bizarro: *hugging Pup-Pup cheerfully* Tell. Bizarro. Not EVERYTHING!!!
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(In which this could’ve been Steph, Dick and Babs, or Dick, Tim and Steph, but somehow I thought of the Outlaws. *shrugs*)
When your adoptive father has trust issues with your crimefighting methods…
Red Hood:*running through a dark alley*
Red Hood: *stops abruptly and catches his breath*
Red Hood: *rolls his eyes at his little brother, who’s in the Batjet hovering above him* I don’t need to be monitored all day long, brat. I’m not a toddler. This is stupid.
Robin [on the Comm Link]: I know you’re not, Todd, because toddlers would know that “stupid” is a no-no word.
Often mistaken for the instructor. That’s understandable – He’ll help anyone who looks like they’re having a tough time.
He’s… distracting. For obvious reasons.
But, actually, it’s his positive energy that’ll make you keep coming back to finish the grueling regimen.
Will sometimes come in wearing a very loud outfit that screams “80s” because he knows that it amuses some people, then backs it up with a few Flying Grayson-esque stunts.
JASON:
The one that other gym rats steer clear of.
He’s basically a shadow in a dark corner of the gym pumping 200 lb of iron with one arm while smoking a cigarette with the other.
What’s with the bright green liquid in his blood-stained water bottle?
As “mythical” as he seems, he’s actually adorably polite to the employees. (They swear they’ve caught him wink at them.)
TIM:
The one wearing a Bluetooth headset and a watch monitoring all his vital signs.
Pre-installed surveillance cameras that feed information directly into his laptop, which he’s constantly checking out as he works out.
The other board members of Wayne Enterprises have no idea that he’s actually on the treadmill while on an online conference with them. (Pretty fit, Timmy!)
*referring to the stuff in his water bottle* “Oh, this? It’s, um, pure liquid caffeine.”
DAMIAN:
“Whose kid is this?” a staff member announced, right before his finger broke “inexplicably”. (It never happened again.)
If people steer clear of Jason, they’d rather not come in at all when they know it’s this little guy’s day.
You know that thing when the person next to you’s so condescending that he can’t help but smirk loudly and mutter “weak” every time he sees you break a sweat, but you can’t really do anything about it because he’ll growl at you (and who knows what else)? Yeah.
Besides, it’s uncomfortable every time his cat (Pennyworth, is it?) sits on your face while you’re trying to bench-press.
Jason: hhhrrrRRRRRRAAAAGGGGH
Jason: *lifting Tim high up in the air with one arm*
Tim:*grinning smugly*
Dick:*sweating profusely while doing leg-ups with Damian sitting on his legs*
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