In their top secret, high-tech, steel-walled treehouse…

Robin: *taking a gadget apart* Because whoever sent this thing is trouble.

Superboy: You don’t know that, Damian! They could’ve been nice!

Robin: Nice? No. A nice person says, “Hey, guys! Nice treehouse! Here’s a pound cake”. They don’t plant a freakin’ camera at our front door doing recon on us, Kent.


The lengths your older brothers’ll go to keep an eye on you.

The truth behind Batman’s death in the New 52…

Bruce: You told them I was dead?

Dick: Well, as I recall, you told our entire family I was dead, so now we’re even!

Bruce: Dick, this isn’t a saying-people-are-dead competition.