Those oh-so-rare family camping trips be like…

Jason: *loading tents, sleeping bags, backpacks and concealed weapons into the Batvan*

Damian: *securing Batcow’s trailer*

Dick: *staring questioningly at Tim while applying sunblock on his face*

Tim: *carrying case files in one hand and a coffee mug in the other* I don’t know why you guys can’t go without me and just Photoshop me in.

Mornings at the Manor…

Bruce: *whistling while pouring coffee into his mug,*

Bruce: *patting Titus on the head and letting Alfred the Cat use his leg as a scratching post*

Bruce: *grinning while looking out the kitchen window*

Alfred:

Dick:

Tim:

Damian:

Jason: It’s like he’s had a personality transplant. Now he’s happy?

Superman: *hovering in the Gotham night sky* Come on, Bruce! When’s the last time we actually had dinner together?

Batman: *spying on a mob boss from five rooftops away* Four PM, Pacific Time, New Year’s Eve.