At a Wayne Foundation gala…

Jason: *trying to loosen his bowtie and grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing server’s tray* I just don’t want to be here, Dick.

Jason: Besides, this morning I started a fire on the lawn that I really should keep an eye on.


Oh, is that what “Alfred – 52 missed calls” was all about?

Bruce: Tim, I really don’t like you telling personal secrets to the Teen Titans.

Tim: Bruce, I didn’t tell ‘em personal stuff.

Bruce: Today at the Justice League meeting everyone knew that I dyed my white hairs black.

Tim: Oh, you mean about you?

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It’s just that even in the rare moments that he’s asleep, your son’s mind is going a mile a minute and his mouth goes along with it, Batman.

Dick: I missed you so much that I couldn’t concentrate in school and I got an “F”, Bruce!

Bruce: This is dated two weeks ago.

Dick: Oh, sorry. *takes out a crumpled slip of paper from his pocket* Here’s a fresh one.


Really, Richard? It had nothing to do with Robin’s secret patrols with Superman?

Regaling your older brother with stories from your Poetry Class be like…

Damian: … and, one night, we spoke only in lines from famous poems, Todd.

Jason: Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.

Damian: Hn. Emily Dickson?

Jason: Nah. I was just describing my day.

Tim: *crying* I can’t believe Steph dumped me.

Jason: Now, now, Timbo. Girls come and go, but you’ll always have your family.

Tim: *cries even harder* Ahhhh!

Jason: *also starts crying* You’re right! You’re right!

Dropping the Robins off at Gotham Academy…

Alfred: *wipes away tears and sighs* Your first day at your father’s former school.

Bruce: Tim, have fun. Jason, don’t!


He just doesn’t want you to end up expelled like he did. (Also, are you sure you want Tim to have “fun” at a place full of conspiracies, Bruce? Also-also, you know that Jason’s idea of fun is scouring the library for classics, right?)