Evenings in the Batcave…

Batman: *typing on the Batcomputer*

Red Robin: *tuning up the Redbird*

Batman: Fart.

Red Robin:

Red Robin: Uh…

Red Robin: Did you say “fart”?

Batman: Yes. That’s me being rather silly.


And, to this day, no one believes Tim.

Blüdhaven housewarming…

Red Hood: *crashes through the window*

Red Hood [to Dick]: Here, I brought you an orchid from Trader Joe’s, because I don’t know or care about any of your interests.


Aw, Jay. Ya shouldn’t have.

Blüdhaven housewarming…

Red Hood: *crashes through the window*

Red Hood [to Dick]: Here, I brought you an orchid from Trader Joe’s, because I don’t know or care about any of your interests.


Aw, Jay. Ya shouldn’t have.

Mission after mission after mission…

Red Hood: *coughing up blood*

Arsenal: *bandaging his broken knee with a torn sleeve*

Red Hood: *gestures back and forth between them* I might need two weeks off from this friendship.

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: *picks up the Gotham Gazette*

Dick: *doing pull-ups using the kitchen chandelier*

Alfred: *tugs at Dick’s feet to get him off the chandelier*

Tim: *typing furiously on his laptop, eyes narrowed with concentration*

Jason: *pours a fifth shot of espresso into Tim’s mug*

Damian: *picks bacon off Jason’s plate and feeds it to Alfred the Cat*

Bruce: *puts down the newspaper, buries his face in a hand and shakes his head*

Bruce: Just one question, boys. Do you get pleasure out of humiliating your family?

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I’d say stick to the Business Section, Bruce, but I guess it’s kind of hard to avoid the headlines, huh?

At a Wayne Charity Foundation gala…

Jason [to Dick, Tim, and Damian]: Hey, guys. This is my date, Artemis.

Artemis: *glares at Jason*

Jason: *nervous chuckle* Okay, we’re here as friends. But I’m gonna change your mind one day. 

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: Good morning, everyone!

Alfred:

Dick:

Jason:

Tim:

Damian:

Bruce: *sits down on the kitchen table, pours himself a cup of coffee, and picks up the Gotham Gazette*

Jason [to Tim]: *whispering* Ah, crap. He’s in love again.


Because a cheerful Bruce is a suspicious Bruce. (And that might have something to do with a certain, um, Cat.)

After years of melodramatic friendship…

Batman: *outside the Fortress of Solitude* Knock, knock.

Superman: Who’s there?

Batman: Hrrrn. You’re there.

Superman: And I’ll always be there, Bruce.


Just open the darn door, Clark. And quit it with this passphrase-for-best friends-only routine.

“Death of the Family” be like…

Nightwing: Wait a minute… Jay, are you clapping?

Red Hood: Yeah.

Red Robin: So, your hands are free?

Red Hood: Yeah.

Robin: Joker didn’t tie up your hands?

Red Hood: *shrugs* No. He must’ve forgotten.

Batgirl: Do you realize that we’ve been sitting here for 14 hours?

Red Hood: Well, get pissy if you want, guys! But I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent as a family. *sulks*