Mission debriefing…

Nightwing: *holding a pair of handcuffs* This was supposed to be for our, um, frisky business.

Robin: I have an IQ of 200. Do you really think I don’t understand what you guys are talking about?

Red Hood: You might know what we’re talking about, but you won’t understand until you’re eighteen.

Mission briefing…

Nightwing: What is our number one problem right now?

Red Robin: *drinking his fifth espresso shot* I’m being forced to work with the brat who tried to murder me.

Robin: *crosses his arms* -Tt- 

Bruce: I want a baby soon, Selina. You were right. I want a family. I’ve always wanted a family. And I want one with you because I love you.

Selina: The man who hates being human wants to make another human?

Bruce: Hn. Something like that.


Always wanted a family… bigger than the one you already have, Batman?   

Red Hood: *peeking from behind a steel crate at Black Mask’s armed henchmen, who are searching the premises for them*

Red Robin: *waiting as data from the mainframe computer downloads onto a portable device*    

Red Hood: *reloads his guns*

Red Hood: Timbo, how much do you trust me?

Red Robin: Probably more than I should.

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *scurrying around the kitchen, opening and closing cupboards, looking under kitchen counters and chairs* 

Tim: *typing on his laptop, drinking pure liquid caffeine*

Jason: I have to tell you something. When we fell on really hard times, Roy and I stayed at a rat-infested motel for a month, and I developed a deep-seated fear of rats.

Tim: *not looking away from laptop* I am so sorry to hear about that. I understand your fears and I validate them.

Jason: I’m not looking for your understanding, Tim! Just grab the freakin’ rat!