Dick [about Roy]: Well, do you ever take an interest in anything he does?
Jason: Well, we used to have burping contests, but I outgrew it.
Dick [about Roy]: Well, do you ever take an interest in anything he does?
Jason: Well, we used to have burping contests, but I outgrew it.
Damian: Father, Drake’s making faces at me.
Tim: It’s a nervous twitch, and I’m a little sensitive about it, if you don’t mind.
When Batman tucks you in…
Damian: …
Damian: Pennyworth.
Damian: Could you loosen my blanket a little? Father tucked me in too tight and it’s cutting off the circulation in my arms and legs.
When your billionaire father’s also a vigilante who doesn’t have time to ponder how much gifts for teenagers cost…
Tim: Bruce, um, can I have some money to buy Damian a birthday present?
Bruce: Here you go.
Tim: *counts the money* Bruce, this is $110!
Bruce: Oh, sorry. *hands him the whole wallet*
Tim: Jason! I had a bad dream. Can I sleep on your bed?
Jason: No!
Tim: I’ll give you a remote-controlled birdarang.
Jason: Climb aboard.
How to “borrow” your brother’s stuff…
Tim: Jason, where’s my radiation suit?
Jason: *placing duct tape over the Red Robin logo of the suit he’s wearing* How the heck should I know?
Beast Boy: Okay, okay, don’t panic. Whosever problem this is, I’m sure they know how to handle it…
The rest of the Teen Titans: *blink*
Beast Boy: …
Beast Boy: Aaah! It’s my problem! We’re doomed!
Trying to juggle student/vigilante life be like…
Teacher: Timothy Drake, you’re late. Go fill out a tardy slip.
Tim: But I’m only five… *looks at clock* ten, twenty… forty minutes? That’s pretty damn late!
Tim [to Titus]: You ate my homework? I didn’t know dogs really did that.
Tim: *cleaning his Ducati*
Damian: *footsteps*
Bruce: *without turning away from the Batcomputer* Damian, don’t use the Touch of Death on your brother.