Jason:

Damian:

Jason: Ha, ha, ha.

Damian: What’s so funny, Todd?

Jason: I was just thinking about the time Timbo got his nose caught in the toaster.

Damian: We’ll watch the tape tonight.


Hey, how about helping your brother get some sleep, boys?

Mornings at the Manor…

Jason: *whistling while turning on the stove and beating eggs in a bowl*

Red Robin: *comes in through the kitchen window, bruised, tattered, and dripping blood*

Red Robin: Jay! I lost Damian! What am I going to do?!

Jason: Uhhhh. Don’t worry. Don’t worry. *looks around the kitchen in panic* Know what I’m going to do? I’m going to make you an omelet.

Red Robin: Just help me look for him!

Jason: Are you sure? I make ‘em with four kinds of cheese.

When you’ve forgotten that you first met as itty bitty sidekicks…

Arsenal: You’re the Red Hood?

Red Hood: Yes.

Arsenal: You’re a weapons specialist?

Red Hood: Yes.

Arsenal: I’m a weapons specialist, too! So, are you better than me?

Red Hood: Well, I’ve never met you, but, yes.

When you’re curious to find out what you could’ve been had you not met Batman…

S.T.A.R. Labs Scientist: Here are your scientifically selected careers.

Batgirl: “Architect”. Nice.

The Signal: “Insurance salesman”. Uhhh, right.

Spoiler: “Salmon gutter”? What in the –

Robin: “Military strongman”. -Tt-

Red Robin: “Systems analyst”. *shrugs*

Nightwing: “Homemaker”?

S.T.A.R. Labs Scientist: Mm-hm. It’s like a mommy.

Red Hood: “Police officer”? Well, I’ll be jiggered.

If all the Robins were still in school…

Alfred: Master Damian’s grades are up a little this term, but Master Dick’s are way down.

Bruce: Hn. I always have a responsible son and an irresponsible one. Why can’t both my sons be responsible?

Alfred: You have four sons, Master Bruce.

Bruce: Alfred, Ace and Titus don’t count as my sons.

Alfred: No, Master Jason and Master Tim!


Batman, you have a gazillion kids.

Damian: I’m not giving up! I don’t care if I have to knock on every door in this two-bit town. I’m going to find Titus!

Jason: *flops on the couch* And I’ll be right here watching TV!


You know, like all good, older brothers do, Dames.

Red Hood: I guess I am a criminal…

Red Robin: Bruce didn’t call you a criminal, he called you a little boy in need of love.

Red Hood: A LITTLE BOY?! *punches the wall* I’ll show him what this “little boy” can do!

When your youngest brother’s best friend comes by to visit the Manor…

Jon: *checking out the Red Hood helmet with his X-ray vision* Jason, you are the coolest adult ever!

Jason: Wow. I’ve never been called an adult before, but I’ve been tried as one.