Sparring sessions at Wayne Manor…
Jason: *coming out of the training room and cradling a broken arm* I can’t believe we just got beat up by a girl.
Tim: *following soon after and massaging his sore jaw* Let’s never speak of this again.
Cass: *grinning from ear to ear*
When you see footage of your father, who’s bruised, bloodied, bound and being taunted by a villanous metahuman, on the Batcomputer screen…
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Red Robin:
Robin:
Alfred: *clears his throat*
Alfred: Boys, he wouldn’t want you involved –
Robin: *pulls his sword from its scabbard and releases Goliath from his cage*
Red Robin: *tracks the source of the footage and hacks into its system*
Red Hood: *reloads his guns and straps on explosives*
Nightwing: *lights up his escrima sticks* We’re already involved. We’re family, Alfred.
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I mean it’s not as if Alfred left that footage to stream for you to “accidentally” find against Batman’s orders… Right?
Dick: Timmy, what would you do if you were attacked by an invisible, malevolent force?
Tim: *shrugs* I’d tell Jason to lay off the bean burritos at lunch.
Duke: *staring in awe at all the Robin memorabilia in the Batcave*
Nightwing: People do crazy things for their adoptive fathers. You’ll see.
You’ve been warned, Duke.
Jason: Did I tell you I got pepper-sprayed today?
Tim: You say that like it’s a good thing.
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And that was just for entering Damian’s room.
Nightwing: *watching as debris from the explosion floats in the night sky* Do you think the Joker’s still alive?
Batman: He’s alive.
Nightwing: How do you know?
Batman: Because he’s not done with me yet.
Barry: I don’t know how you did it.
Iris: What?
Barry: Kept it together during those two months that I was missing. Two days I didn’t know where you were and it nearly killed me.
Conner: Wait, you signed up to go to Mars? When?
Tim: A couple of years ago.
Conner: Where was I?
Tim: *shrugs* We were fighting.
… and the resulting lack of sleep led to some very interesting decisions.
When a highly dangerous supervillain’s in town and your overprotective adoptive father orders you to “stay out of it”…
Nightwing: *noiselessly drops down from the ceiling in the middle of a heavily guarded warehouse*
Batman: *bruised, bloodied, bound to a metal contraption and on the verge of losing consciousness* D-Dick, what are you –
Nightwing: *disables the handcuffs* If you wanted a binding agreement, we should have pinky-sweared.
Batman: Dick, do you have any idea how worried I was?
Nightwing: Yeah, I do. I was gone for thirty-six hours. A year ago, you were gone for eight weeks.
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Yeah, Bruce.
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