Trying to get Batman to gossip be like…
Green Lantern: Come on, Bats, you’re a computer! Scan your mainframe for some juicy memories.
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At a Justice League post-mission celebration…
Hal: *raises a glass for a toast* To the empowerage of words.
Bruce: To the irony of that sentence.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
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He’s… not used to affection.
When your faux fiancée won’t believe how nosy your siblings can be…
Tim [to Tam]: As soon as we touch, the blinds will open, and three annoying, but lovable, misfits will be staring at us.
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And one creepy, but loveable, Batdad will be spying through binoculars from three rooftops away.
At the Kent Farm…
Damian: *gets a hug from Jon*
At Wayne Manor…
Dick: *receives a text message* Little D: I need help reacting to something.
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He’s… not used to affection.
At the Wayne Manor attic…
Dick: *dramatically walks out from behind a dusty, old cabinet wearing his 80’s Nightwing suit*
Jason: *clears his throat loudly*
Tim: *standing absolutely still but with shoulders shaking*
Damian: *jaw drop*
Duke: *eyes wide, covering his mouth*
Dick: You guys think I’m some sort of a joke!
Jason, Tim, Damian, and Duke: *break into a fit of laughter*
Jason: *wiping tears off his eyes* This isn’t disproving that theory.
Fighting with “yourself” be like…
Earth 261564817’s Red Hood: I’ve been counting our bullets. One of us it out.
Our Red Hood: Is it you?
Theirs: Yes.
Ours: Why would you tell me that?
Why Batman’s a superhero of few words…
Batman: *stares at villain/colleague/best friend/family member*
Batman: Hn. You’re not worth the monologue.
Discussing how to get back at your bully of a tiny brother…
Jason: Why don’t you give Damian one of those pills you take? That’ll make him give up on his dreams.
Tim: Relaxarex doesn’t make you give up on your dreams! That’s a side effect!
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In which Jason’s jaw drops. That’s a real thing? I was kidding, Timbo… C’mere, let me – stop pushing – let me hug you.
“What If” with the Super Sons…
Robin: *typing on the Batcomputer*
Superboy: *whistling*
Robin: *pauses typing* -Tt-
Superboy: Hey, Damian, if you were a post-apocalyptic survivor –
Robin: I would raise goats, hoard cinnamon, and only travel at night. But, please, Kent, I have some work to do here.