Tim: I’m sick of you always having an edge just because you’re cruel and I’m smart and I’m concerned about consequences. I can be just as vicious and shortsighted as you! 

Damian: Oh, yeah? *sarcastically* I’m really scared. Why don’t you just –

Damian: *realizes that his hand is stuck to his forehead *

Damian: *gritting his teeth* Drake, what did you do?  

Tim: *holds up a tube of Super Glue* I sank to your level. And I have to say, it feels good.

Tim finally learns to enjoy life and to stop overthinking things…

Dick [on the Comm Link]: Tim, you gotta help me. Is there a scientific way to prove if ice cream can be used as sunscreen? 

Tim: What’s the flavor?

Dick: I don’t know. 

Tim: Is it chocolate? 

Dick: I don’t know. Why are you asking? Is it going to be different if it’s chocolate?  

Tim: No. I just like chocolate. 

Dick: Uhhh, Tim? You didn’t find that coffee can in the garage by any chance, did you? 

While Thomas Wayne, the Flashpoint Batman, is visiting his son Bruce, the current Batman…

* Jason and Tim are both clutching a live grenade with the pin missing *

Dick: Grandpa, we have to call the League!

Thomas: No! No Justice League! *grabs and throws away Dick’s earpiece*

Thomas: There’s no reason to panic. 

Damian Yes, there is! You gave Todd a live grenade and he’s a total idiot!

Jason: He’s right, I am!

While Thomas Wayne, the Flashpoint Batman, is visiting his son Bruce, the current Batman… 

Jason: Grandpa, I’m not going to hit you!

Jason:

Jason: *sighs* No grandkid should ever have to say that.

Tim: Hey, you can tear up the Batcave if you want – with Batman here – and explain it to him, or you can quit and slink away like the monosyllabic mouth-breathers you are.  

Conner: What did he say?

Bart: He said a lot of things!

When you’re trying to turn over a new leaf but your brothers miss the “chaotic-but-fun” you…

Jason: What is that?  

Tim: *wiggles his eyebrows* Looks like a fuse.  

Jason: All right, what exactly are you planning? 

Dick: We’re planning to get you back. We want our brother back, the way he used to be.  

Damian: Todd, we are well aware of how much you used to like fire, explosions… 

Damian: *hands Jason a lighter*

Jason: *stares at it* 

Jason: Nice try. That was a long time ago.

Tim: Really? 

Jason:

Jason: *looks at the fuse again*

Jason: So, where does this go? 

Dick: Well, I suppose you could find out by crawling over the fence and following the fuse. Or you could find out… *grinning* the Jason way. 

Tim: We’re sure that you’ll make the right decision. 

Jason: Guys, I’m telling you. Things are different now! I’m an adult, I have responsibilities. I’m just not a sixteen-year-old maniac anymore who –

Jason: *hears a click, then sees that his hand has already flicked the lighter on and is holding it to the fuse*

Jason: Huh. Interesting.

Torn apart furniture. Food and some sort of ink (or is that blood?) smeared all over the walls and carpets. A scorched living room ceiling. Tim tries to explain what happened to a visiting Conner…   

Tim: It would take hours to explain the psychology of this event, so I’ll just simplify. 

Tim: *points at Damian* “Dynamite”. 

Tim: *points at Jason* “Kid with matches”.