When you’ve got some serious “street cred” to protect…
Jason: What?! I am not a crybaby.
Tim: “Toy Story 3”?
Jason: They were holding hands in a furnace, Tim!
When you’ve got some serious “street cred” to protect…
Jason: What?! I am not a crybaby.
Tim: “Toy Story 3”?
Jason: They were holding hands in a furnace, Tim!
When you’ve known each other all too well for far too long…
Dick: I regret not saying “yes"when you asked me to marry you.
Barbara: Well, it just wasn’t the right time.
Dick: Yeah.
Barbara: And this is also not the right time. Do not propose.
Dick: What?
Barbara: I know that face. That’s your “propose face”.
Contemplating what to add to the family’s home entertainment system be like…
Tim: Quick poll: PS4 or Xbox One? Dick.
Dick: Uh, Xbox One.
Tim: Steph.
Steph: Huh?
Tim: Jason.
Jason: PS4.
Tim: Babs.
Barbara: Both great.
Tim: Bruce.
Bruce: I like the Wii.
Tim: Thanks, Grandpa.
True facts about your eldest brother be like…
Jason [about Dick]: He has a very sensitive butt.
Tim and Damian:
Jason: Well, it’s true. I once saw him sit on a bunch of loose change and add it all up.
Tim: *sobbing on the couch*
Damian: *pushes Tim, forcing him to scoot over, and grabs the remote*
Tim: I’m sorry, is the fact that my life’s falling apart interfering with your TV show?
Damian: *tunes in to Animal Planet*
Damian: *munching on popcorn* It is.
Damian: How do I know that you’re not manipulating me right now?
Jason: I think if I were manipulating you, you’d be smart enough to see it.
Damian: How do I know you’re not saying that as part of the manipulation?
And on and on (and on and on) their conversation went, until Jason was convinced that it’d be last time he’d ever try anything like this on the blood son of the World’s Greatest Detective.
Infiltrating a top secret government facility…
Red Hood: Why are you sitting in the stairwell?
Robin: Grayson told me to stay.
Red Hood: Oh.
Red Hood: *pats his head* Well, good boy.
When you start noticing that your little brother’s been asking for way too many “favors” lately…
Tim: Well, I’m not just some trained monkey dancing for coins!
Damian: Of course not. People love trained monkeys, Drake.
Nightwing: *brooding atop a gargoyle in the pouring rain*
Red Hood: How can you not be happy? You’re tall, hunky, and famous.
Red Hood: Oh, crap. I’m jealous of Dick.
You’re all those things, too, Jay. (Well, except maybe that last part’s for different reasons.)
When your youngest brother’s still in the middle of ranting and/or threatening your lives but you just can’t help yourself…
Jason: *snickers*
Dick: *glares*
Tim: *glares*
Damian: *GLARES*
Jason: What? He’s so tiny. It’s funny when he’s mad.