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.
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?
Jason: Roy, you went out and bought half a million-worth of explosives without talking to me about it first?
Roy: Well, Jaybird, in my defense, I have nothing to back up the first part of my sentence.
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*