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?
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?
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.
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.
Damian: There are only two things I don’t do well: apologies and drawing duck bills.
Phenomenal artist, this little one. Just not great with duck bills. Oh, and humility.
Red Hood: Don’t tell me what I can’t do! What are you, Cosmo’s July quiz?
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Nightwing: What?
Red Hood: What?
So he likes to read. Big whoop, Dick.
Overheard from within the Manor game room at 4:15 AM…
Jason [to Tim]: Once you reach Level 16, you can see the color blurple.
Or the moment Bruce realized that his sons were never going to sleep. (They really do take after him.)
Getting to know the rogues be like…
Harley Quinn: I’m a shrink, toots. Words are my weapons.
Red Hood: And I’m the Red Hood. Weapons are my weapons.
Mornings at the Manor…
Alfred: *preparing servings of Eggs Benedict*
Bruce: *reading the Gotham Gazette*
Dick: *choosing among his alphabetically arranged cereals*
Damian: *feeding grains to Jerry the Turkey by hand while whistling Beethoven’s “Symphony No. 9”.
Tim: *grappling with Jason, who’s tightly holding onto the last packet of instant coffee in the Manor, on the kitchen floor*
Tim: I’ll imaginary-sleep when I’m imaginary-dead!
Damian: You know where Batman was for most of my birthdays? A little place that rhymes with “not there”.
Jon: …. Times Square?
Damian: -Tt-
Damian: *walks away*
Trying to get Batman to gossip be like…
Green Lantern: Come on, Bats, you’re a computer! Scan your mainframe for some juicy memories.