Jason: Young man, since you broke Tim’s teeth, he gets to break yours.

Tim: *wipes blood off his mouth and cracks his knuckles* This is gonna be sweet.

Damian: *sneers*


In which Bruce, Alfred, and Dick never leave Jason to “babysit” his younger brothers again.


First rule of Bat Club…

When the Teen Titans won’t take your leadership seriously…

Robin: *storming out of the Tower conference room* I’ll show them who’s “just a kid”!

Nightwing: *yelling from across the hall* Damian, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!

When you get off patrol and your little brother insists that you read him a bedtime story…

Dick: Then the prince and the princess… got, um, married and lived happily ever after…

Damian: Then what happened, Grayson?

Dick: Uh… They had… thirty sons and thirty daughters.

Damian: What were their names?

Dick: Hmm… Dennis… Brad… Mavis… Brad… Bra… ZzzzZzz…

Damian: -Tt-

Damian: *tugs on his blanket and covers his snoring older brother with it*

On the last day of March, thirty minutes before midnight…

Somewhere on the Manor grounds…

Robin [on the Comm Link]: *sounds of rustling leaves and scraping metals in the background* You’re going down, Todd. I’m going to fool you!

Red Hood: *stuffing a sack with batarangs and Damian’s underwear* You talk better than you fool, kid.

Robin [on the Comm Link]: Oh, I will fool you up real nice.

Red Hood: You couldn’t fool your cleverest brother on the fooling-est day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.

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In which, as tradition goes, Alfred already has the Batcave’s surgical bay ready in time for the first of April.