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Reminiscing about “them good ol’ days” be like…

Jason: *struggling to speak through his laughter* Oh, m-man. Oh, oh, remember when I stuck that broom in your bike spokes and you flipped over and hit your head on the curb?

Tim: No. But I remember people telling me about it.

Reminiscing about “them good ol’ days” be like…

Jason: *struggling to speak through his laughter* Oh, m-man. Oh, oh, remember when I stuck that broom in your bike spokes and you flipped over and hit your head on the curb? Tim: No. But I remember people telling me about it.

When your brothers presesure you to hang out with them…

Tim: I kind of have plans.

Dick: You have another family?

Tim: Yeah, I, uh… I have a date.

Damian: You have a date?

Tim: Yes! I have a date.

Dick: With a… girl?

Tim: No, with a crouton. *rolls eyes* What is so strange about me having a date?

Jason: With a crouton?

Dick: *knocking on Tim’s bedroom door* Come on!

Damian: Drake! Open up. We would like to speak to you.

Tim: *muffled* I don’t feel like talking!

Dick: Oh, come on, Timmy, we care about you!

Cass: We’re worried about you.

Jason: And some of us really have to pee!

Preparing to jump a gang of mobsters be like…

Red Hood: Okay. On three. One. Two –

Arsenal: Why don’t we just go on two?

Red Hood: Why two?

Arsenal: Because it’s faster.

Red Hood: You know, I could’ve counted to three, like, four times without all this “two” talk!

Arsenal: All right, but in the future…

Red Hood: Okay. One. Two –

Arsenal: So are we going on two?

Warehouse: *explodes*

Red Robin: *watches as debris slowly fall into the Gotham Harbor*

Red Hood: *looks at Tim questioningly*

Red Robin: Bruce’s not going to say anything because we’re not going to tell him.

Red Hood: We’re not?

Red Robin: No, we’re not.

Red Hood: Alright. I like that.

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Because Tim would totally propose this and Jason would totally agree.

When you’re on the way to a suspect’s location and Waze is down (or Red Robin’s not answering for some reason *rolls eyes*)…

Robin: To which city are we near?

Nightwing: Coast! Fawcett! Oh, oh, Gateway!

Red Hood: Okay, why are you even answering?

When you’re weary from patrol and craving for some shut-eye only to find intruders in your safe house…

Red Hood: …

Nightwing: *rummaging through the cabinets*

Red Robin: *installing security cameras in the living room*

Robin: *examining the samurai swords hanging on the wall*

Red Hood: I gave you my passcode for emergencies.

Robin:

Red Robin:

Nightwing: We were out of Doritos.