Watching from a rooftop as the GCPD pick up the group of notorious criminals who they’ve just tied up and left in the middle of the street…
Robin: *elbowing his brother’s hip (since he can’t reach his rib)* You’re a good fighter, Todd.
Red Hood: *returning the affection with a pat on the shoulder* Not as good as you.
Robin: That’s very true. So get out of here.
Tag: source: the office
Family Patrol Night…
Nightwing and Red Robin: *watching Red Hood “interrogate” a criminal*
Nightwing: Uhhh… I think Jason may have snapped.
Red Robin: Or maybe he’s just stuck in character.
Nightwing: Which is worse? Snapped or stuck?
Red Robin: Both. They’re both worse.
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Someone rescue that thug.
Post-traning session at the Manor…
Nightwing: *trying to catch his breath and wiping sweat off his face*
Red Hood: *examining his broken helmet while holding an ice pack against his temple*
Red Robin: *throwing his halved bo staff into the fireplace*
Nightwing [to Robin]: In everyone’s defense, I think the most worthy opponent of yours is… you.
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Well, since your sisters were out shopping during this whole ordeal, one cannot say that with absolute certainty.
Clark Kent, a.k.a. Superman: You give me a gift? Bam! “Thank You” note. You invite me somewhere? Pow! RSVP. You do me a favor? Wham! Favor returned. Do not test my politeness.
Tim and Damian: *throwing threats at each other*
Dick and Jason: *watching from the couch, eating popcorn*
Dick: Jay, who would you choose? Timmy or Dami?
Jason: It’s none of our business. Tim.
At a Wayne Foundation gala…
Jason: *grabs a glass of champagne from a server’s tray*
Cass: Nice tux, Tim.
Tim: I know. It belonged to Jason. He was buried in it, so… family heirloom.
Jason: *spits out champagne*
Dining out with your best friend be like…
Bruce [to waiter]: I will have a glass of your oakiest chardonnay, please.
Clark: And I will have a waffle with your maple-iest syrup.
Visiting your older brother’s Blüdhaven apartment be like…
Jason: *takes a sip* Mmm. What kind of tea is this?
Dick: *wearing the same blood- and milk-stained shirt for the third day in a row* Oh, I boiled some Gatorade.
Patrol gone awry…
Robin: *angrily stomps into the Batcave*
Red Robin: *wearily takes off his combat boots*
Red Hood: *has a leather jacket tug-of-war with Ace the Bathound*
Nightwing: So… What happened out there?
Robin: Chalk that one up to Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Douche over there.
Nightwing: Who’re they?
Red Robin and Robin: They’re both Jason.
Jason: *helmet off and smiling sheepishly*
Bruce, Dick, Tim and Alfred: *run into Jason’s bedroom after hearing a scuffle from downstairs*
Jason: *has Damian pinned to the wall*
Damian: *choking Jason*
Jason: *struggling to talk* Nothing to be alarmed about, people. It’s just a man pointing a bull tranquilizer at his little brother.