Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *scouring the refrigerator*

Dick: *balancing a spoon on the tip of his nose while tiptoeing atop a kitchen stool*

Alfred: *picking up all of Dick’s fallen cutlery*

Tim: *fast asleep and drooling on his pancakes*

Damian: *tossing a “hay salad” for Batcow*

Jason: Ish iz anybody’sh shandwich? Because I’ve eaten half of it and I don’t like it.


You clearly don’t, Jay, based on that turkey scrap dangling from your mouth.

Taking turns “babysitting” Robin in your respective safe houses while Batman is away on an interplanetary mission be like…

Red Hood [to Nightwing and Red Robin]: This house, not equipped for kids, alright? I eat cereal out of wine glasses.