Robin: *crouching atop a gargoyle, watching over Gotham City and allowing the evening breeze to majestically blow his cape around*
Robin: I’m ready to face any challenge that might be foolish enough to face me.
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Alfred [on the Comm Link]: Master Damian, get down from there. Time for dinner.
Jon: What do you think of Maya?
Damian: I think she’s efficient.
Jon: No, not like that. As a girl. G-I-R-L.
Damian: I hadn’t noticed.
Jon: You hadn’t noticed she’s a girl?
Damian: *arranging limited-edition figurines of Batman, Nightwing, Robin and Superboy on his shelf*
Jason: Ah. Your doll collection.
Damian: These are not dolls, Todd. These are commodities. Same as gold or oil.
Dick: Hey, Little Wing.
Jason: Screw you.
Damian: Excuse me, that is no way to address a superior.
Jason: Oh, yeah? Screw you, too.
Tim: *walking into the room and bumping into Jason, who’s fumingly on his way out*
Tim: Whoa. What was that all about?
Alfred: *gives them a pointed look*
Alfred: You all forgot his death anniversary. It was yesterday.
Batman: I just don’t want you to lie to me, Dick. I don’t want you to ever lie to me. Have I ever lied to you?
Nightwing: Yup. *with an extra pop on the ‘p’*
Batman:
Batman: I just don’t want you to.
Crashing at Red Robin’s Nest be like…
Red Hood: *wakes up with a start on the couch* Timbo? Timbo! Did I dream that you were crying throughout the night?
Tim: *with bags under his eyes and drinking coffee at 2 AM* No, that was real.
Damian: Who here has been the butt of a joke that has gone too far?
Tim: Brat, you make fun of us everyday.
Jason: Yeah. Every. Single. Day.
Damian: You never said anything.
Steph: Uh, we have. Countless times.
Damian: Well, it’s hard to tell the difference between you inferior people saying, “Stop! Because I want you to stop!” and “Stop!”, as in “Stop! You’re making making me laugh so hard! What you’re doing is so funny! You’re on a roll, I’m a busting a gut! Stoppp!”.
Jason, Tim, Steph: That’s never been the case.
Trying to save your son’s life be like…
Batman: I want to give you blood, Jason.
Red Hood: *at the medical bay in the Batcave and close to fainting* That’s really not the trend in vampires right now…
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.
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.
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