Red Hood: *slams the Manor door shut*

Arsenal: So, you finally stood up to your father?

Red Hood: *sighs* Yep.

Arsenal: And he cut you off? No money, no nothing?

Red Hood: *lights a cigarette and takes a drag* Pretty much.

Arsenal: Jerk.

Family Patrol Night…

Nightwing: *doing some stretches* You seem kinda stressed out.

Red Robin: *setting up surveillance equipment* Well, I haven’t pooped in six days –

Red Hood: *reloading his revolvers* Twice this evening, and I haven’t even had a smoke yet.

Robin: *polishing his sword* You really pick odd things to brag about, Todd.

Red Hood: I’m just saying, if I had to get to three by breakfast, I probably could.

Family Patrol Night…

Red Hood: Why didn’t you stop me?

Red Robin: What?

Red Hood: Why did you let me harass that guy? *gestures to a bound and gagged criminal out of earshot*

Red Robin: So, you think the fact that you got annoyed and became incredibly insensitive with another human being is my fault?

Red Hood: Yeah! Lookit, whenever I’m about to do some stupid-ass stuff, you’re the one who calls me on it, and you’re then damn-sure the one who makes me stop.

When all you want is to have all your grandchildren present for dinner at the Manor (just this once!)…

Alfred: You are not going anywhere, Master Jason.

Red Hood: *getting on his motorcycle* Would it make a difference if I told you that I had a personal issue that makes staying here really horrible for me?

Alfred: It would make me quite a bit happier.

Jason [to Roy]: Do you really think I care about what my brothers think? Tim camped out in a wizard outfit to see the latest “Harry Potter” movie.

Tim: You swore you wouldn’t tell! We even high-fived on it, Jay!

Jason: Timbo, we high-five on everything.

Tim: That’s such a lame excuse. I’m totally pissed at you. High-five!

Batman: *holding Damian by the scruff of the neck*

Robin: *growling and attempting to free himself*

Batman: This is, uh… *clears his throat* This is my son.

Wonder Woman: Your offspring is adorable! May I keep him?

Nightwing: *panting after having sprinted from across the hall* NO! No, you – you certainly may n-not!