On how he plans to celebrate Father’s Day…

Bruce: My sons are going to make me breakfast in bed. 

Bruce: Well, actually, Alfred’s going to make the breakfast and I’m going to get in bed, but they’re going to bring it to me.

Mission on a luxury liner…

Nightwing: *tries on a skipper hat* I’ve never been a captain before.

Red Hood: I have. I commanded a jet ski through an electrical storm and only had one casualty.

Nightwing: Oh, you mean on that mission with Arsenal? Jet skis only hold two people, Jay.

Red Hood: Exactly. I saved half the crew.


Roy’s fine, by the way. Still just very, very pissed at Jason.

Damian: You’re just as selfish as I am, Drake! You’re just not as good at it yet.

Tim: You’re right. I could never be as good as you. Probably because I actually care.

Damian: Profound, but technically meaningless.


Dami does, too. He just won’t admit it to himself. *shrugs*

Damian: What’s wrong, Grayson?

Dick: There’s this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.


Because Damian is a grumpy man trapped in a child’s body.

When asked what she thinks of the Batboys (and who steals her food from the fridge)…

Steph: Tim will always be driven, Dick will always be giving, Bruce will never apologize, Damian’s sort of a wildcard from my perspective, and Jason will forever remain a conniving son of a b***h.