Nightwing: *fidgeting with his suit, stretching the fabric in, um, certain places*
Red Hood: Just suck in your gut.
Nightwing: What gut?
Red Hood: The little pouch where you keep Alfred’s cookies.
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Nightwing: *pouts and backflips away*
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Not cool, Li’l Wing. Not cool.
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Texting about an upcoming Justice League meeting…
Bruce: No sig oths.
Clark: Just say “significant others”.
Bruce: Maybe you have that kind of time, but I’m on a tight sched.
When two best vigilante buddies quarrel…
Jason: Don’t speak to me until bedtime!
Roy: If you think we’re going to have a bedtime chat, you’re out of your mind!
Jason: We’ll lay in bed, we’ll just go over the day like we usually do, and that’ll be it!
Roy: Fine! We’ll do that for a little bit and that’s it!
Because the Bromance Force is strong in these two.
Dick: *closes the latest issue of Cosmopolitan magazine* You consider me a sexy man, correct?
Barbara: I don’t know how to answer that question.
Nightwing: *fidgeting with his suit, stretching the fabric in, um, certain places*
Red Hood: Just suck in your gut.
Nightwing: What gut?
Red Hood: The little pouch where you keep Alfred’s cookies.
Nightwing:
Red Hood:
Nightwing: *pouts and backflips away*
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Not cool, Li’l Wing. Not cool.
At the Wayne Manor attic…
Dick: *pulls a Nightwing suit from a dusty closet full of Robin and Nightwing suits* This is my favorite Deep V!
Jason: *rolls eyes* It’s just a deeper V!
Inviting your superfriends over for your safe-housewarming…
Arsenal: *talking on the phone* It’s our thing, Dick. Dudesgiving.
Red Hood: *unpacking weapons in the other room* Okay, no matter how many e-mails you send, that’s not real, Roy!
Arsenal: It’s real, man!
Red Hood: It’s not real! We’re not calling it that!
When your sleep-deprived brother’s eager to meet his date to the Wayne Foundation gala…
Tam: *walks into the ballroom*
Tim: *clumsily smoothing down his suit* No! She’s here early! How do I look?
Jason: *eyeing Tim’s ruffled hair, bruised cheek, lopsided bowtie, half-untucked dress shirt and muddy patrol boots* It’s better if you didn’t know.
Patrolling with your best friend be like…
Superman: I just need you to not do that thing you do.
Batman: Hn. What thing? I don’t do a “thing”, Clark.
Superman: Yes, you do! You get all mean and you make that broody face, Bruce!
Yes, Damian and Jon, this is how your fathers behave when they’re not busy lecturing you on propriety.
Mornings at the Manor…
Tim: I’m losing my mind, guys. I sometimes touch the frayed part of the power cord just to feel something.
Alfred: *swiftly takes a step to the side to hide a frayed wire jutting from the kitchen wall*
Jason: *carefully pries the mug of espresso off Tim’s pale, trembling fingers*
Damian: *stealthily moves the butter knife away from Tim’s grasp*
Dick: *grabs Tim’s face and buries it on his chest in a tight hug*
Bruce: *closes the Gotham Gazette, stands up, then fireman-carries his heavily sleep-deprived son up to his room*
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