Nightwing: Damian, um… The mission that I’m leaving for tomorrow… It’s actually a lot longer than I let on.

Robin: What, Grayson, like three days?

Nightwing: No…

Robin: Four days?

Nightwing: Six months.

Robin: Five days?

Dropping by your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…

Red Hood: *withdraws his hand in disgust* Why is there milk-soaked cereal in the silverware drawer?

Dick: Oh, you mean, why is there silverware in the cereal drawer? *winks*

Red Hood:

Red Hood: *takes a photo and texts it to Alfred*

Dropping by your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…

Red Hood: *withdraws his hand in disgust* Why is there milk-soaked cereal in the silverware drawer?

Dick: Oh, you mean, why is there silverware in the cereal drawer? *winks*

Red Hood:

Red Hood: *takes a photo and texts it to Alfred*

Steph: Last night I told you that I was falling in love with you. And you know what you said?

Tim: “Thank you”?

Steph: You asked me if I wanted to go get pizza.

Tim: No… “Pineapple pizza”.

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Or the story of how Red Robin got a black eye.

When your fiancé would rather be on patrol than go cake tasting…

Selena: Bat, we’re getting married tomorrow! Meow!

Bruce: Hrrrn…

Selena: Why aren’t you excited?

Bruce: Because, Cat, we’ve been here for an hour and you’ve already said it thirteen times.

Selena: But we’re getting married tomorrow!

When your fiancé would rather be on patrol than go cake tasting…

Selena: Bat, we’re getting married tomorrow! Meow!

Bruce: Hrrrn…

Selena: Why aren’t you excited?

Bruce: Because, Cat, we’ve been here for an hour and you’ve already said it thirteen times.

Selena: But we’re getting married tomorrow!