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.

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.)

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!