The day Superman realized that the best friend thing was mutual after all…
Bruce: I may have your entire life planned out on my Batcomputer.
Clark: š
Bruce: I made a spreadsheet and everything. I worked on it this morning.
Clark: š¤
Clark: š
The day Superman realized that the best friend thing was mutual after all…
Bruce: I may have your entire life planned out on my Batcomputer.
Clark: š
Bruce: I made a spreadsheet and everything. I worked on it this morning.
Clark: š¤
Clark: š
When your eldest brother drops by after workā¦
BPD Officer Grayson: Hey, mister, can I read you your rights? You have the right to remain hugged.
Damian: *trying to wriggle free* -Tt-
Robin: *yelling from two rooftops away* I know where you live!
Red Robin: *yelling back* And I live where you live!
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This is not how you threaten each other, boys, but carry onā¦
Interventions at the Manorā¦
Alfred: *wearing a mask and carrying a vacuum cleaner*
Dick: *putting on gloves*
Jason: *filling a black garbage bag with piles of⦠What are these, Timbo?*
Damian: *pinching his nose and looking around in pure disgust*
Tim: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just canāt get rid of it.
Dick: Itās not and you have to.
Jason: Everything you own is trash.
Damian: Youāre basically a hoarder, Drake.
Tim: *chugs a mug of coffee and stains his three-day-old shirt further*
Tim: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.
Preparing for a Wayne Foundation galaā¦
Dick: *winking, grinning, and making kissy faces at the mirror* Would you consider us adorable?
Jason: *straightening his bowtie and running his hand through his hair* No. Weāre adult men. Weāre cute.
Interventions at the Manorā¦
Alfred: *wearing a mask and carrying a vacuum cleaner*
Dick: *putting on gloves*
Jason: *filling a black garbage bag with piles of⦠What are these, Timbo?*
Damian: *pinching his nose and looking around in pure disgust*
Tim: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just canāt get rid of it.
Dick: Itās not and you have to.
Jason: Everything you own is trash.
Damian: Youāre basically a hoarder, Drake.
Tim: *chugs a mug of coffee and stains his three-day-old shirt further*
Tim: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.
Mornings at the Manorā¦
Jason: *following Tim around the kitchen* Lotus Bear Relax! I can smell it on you right now!
Tim: *slapping his hand away* Stop smelling my hair, dude!
Jason: Do you know how much that stuff cost?
Tim: I didnāt use your conditioner, Jay!
Jason: Then why does your hair look so baby soft?!
Alfred: *sighs*
Alfred: *adds āconditionerā to grocery list*
Mornings at the Manorā¦
Jason: *following Tim around the kitchen* Lotus Bear Relax! I can smell it on you right now!
Tim: *slapping his hand away* Stop smelling my hair, dude!
Jason: Do you know how much that stuff cost?
Tim: I didnāt use your conditioner, Jay!
Jason: Then why does your hair look so baby soft?!
Alfred: *sighs*
Alfred: *adds āconditionerā to grocery list*
When your sleep-deprived brotherās eager to meet his date to the Wayne Foundation galaā¦
Tam: *walks into the ballroom*
Tim: *clumsily smoothing down his suit* No! Sheās here early! How do I look?
Jason: *eyeing Timās ruffled hair, bruised cheek, lopsided bowtie, half-untucked dress shirt and muddy patrol boots* Itās better if you didnāt know.
Inviting your superfriends over for your safe-housewarmingā¦
Arsenal: *talking on the phone* Itās our thing, Dick. Dudesgiving.
Red Hood: *unpacking weapons in the other room* Okay, no matter how many e-mails you send, thatās not real, Roy!
Arsenal: Itās real, man!
Red Hood: Itās not real! Weāre not calling it that!