When your grandsons, in an effort to step out of their father’s shadow, get an apartment of their own…

Nightwing’s uniform: *splayed on the couch along with Dick’s hair products and smelly socks*

Red Hood’s weapons: *lying in wait for someone to accidentally trip on them*

Red Robin’s coffee: *spilled all over the dining table – which also doubles as Tim’s makeshift bed – and his laptop*

Robin’s pets: *walking in and out of the bathroom, soaking wet*

Alfred: *looking around with a deadpan-but-clearly disappointed look on his face*

Alfred: *clears his throat as he steps over a fallen garbage can on the floor*

Alfred: Who washes the dishes?

Jason: *defensively raising his hands in front of his face* Nobody washes the dishes! We eat the food directly off the coffee table and you know it!

Why it sometimes takes forever for Batman’s sons to finish their meals (much to Alfred’s chagrin)…

Robin: *staring at a utensil on the dining table* All of my instincts and my training are telling me to use this like a weapon.

– • – • – • – • –

This is me going out on a limb here and assuming that this family still takes the time to eat.

“Ric” Grayson: I browned out that evening.

Jason: Browned out? What’s “browned out”?

“Ric”: It’s when you drink so much that everything goes brown. It’s not as severe as a blackout because I remember bits and pieces. I call it browning out.

Jason: *face-palms*

Red Hood: We’re trying to piece together a night and we need your help.

Ric” Grayson: I don’t remember that night.

Red Robin: We didn’t tell you which night yet.

“Ric”: *shrugs* I don’t remember most evenings.

Robin: *exasperated sigh*

Nightwing [on the Comm Link]: *on his motorcycle, tailing them* Did you two just push Tim out of the moving Batmobile and yell, “You’re out of the team”?!

Red Hood: Now, in hindsight, that does seem kind of rash.

Robin: *pulling into a Batburger drive-through* It was kind of a snap decision.

Batman: Animals should be food, rugs and trophies. Why do you think I’m wearing a leather suit?

Red Hood: That’s leather? I thought it was plastic.

Batman: Who in the world wears a plastic suit, Jason?

Red Hood: *shrugs* I just don’t question the things you do anymore.

Why the Batman’s never flying commercial with any of his sons again…

Jason: *chucking the menu for first class at the seat behind him* How many beers can we order at once?

Flight attendant: I’m not sure… No one’s ever asked that.

Bruce: *at the seat behind Jason* Hrrrn.